Porcupine

There is no comparison

Between things about to have been

Missing the point of our mission

Will we become misshapen?

A change of heart

Will force the nail

Nailed to the door

To all avail

There are no divisions

Between things about to collide

Hitting the floor with our vision

A focus at some point arrives

A change of mind

Will force the nail

To hit the head

And set the sail

A change of skin

Will shed the tail

Hung on the wall

For use again

A change of heart

Will force the nail...

(There is no comparison

Between things about to have been)

Smash the pig

This pork is mine

I'm pining for the pork

Of the porcupine

I'd best be on my best behaviour

Best behave yourself you hear

There are silent ways of wishing now

Wish I had what's turning round

Round the corridor

There are people there

Through the peephole I can see me down

Very nice

Some pressure feelings

You know how you hope

For something to hope for

There

What is that paper there

Paper is a collander

Collander's picking holes in me

He's the holy water there

Water's paper like an impure

A strange moment as your

Paper is a collander

Collander is picking holes in me

Suck the pig this pork is mine

'Pining for the pork of the porcupine

find out

I'm beginning to see the light