Pareidolia

Pareidolia
With your head upon my lap on the buffalo grass
The clouds are moving fast
Sippy, tell me what you see

"Maybe, it's a baby
Maybe it's a cottonmouth swallowing its tail
That one looks like Lady Guadalupe, an airplane in her hair
It's paradise
The sun is just aglow, though shade your eyes
There goes a phoenix with the last light”

Baby, it's an omen
Let's fly to Puertecitos, where the five turns to sand
I've seen them burning statues of The Virgin by the roadside

Remember the time
You snuck in through the bathroom window
And waited for me there?
Hidden in the shower for an hour

When I went to fill the tub
I found you wrapped in linens like a ghost
My heart froze, I fainted

Fold me a rose
With that holiday napkin on the floor
As payment for your fortunes I predicted
You said, "Bite me, hell no
You're lucky I don't fold you, boy"

Pareidolia
With your head upon my lap on the buffalo grass
The clouds are moving fast
Sippy, tell me what you see