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    our house wrapped in disrepair,
    a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneath the stairs
    nearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,
    thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayer
    so I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stay
    and sat still to stop from scaring her away-
    but she hurried on her little way
    and scurried around my mind
    ever since,
    every day

    open wide my door, my Lord
    to whatever makes me love You more

    I'm water, you're the dry wood
    equal parts misguided and misunderstood
    but all the neighborhood
    watched a fire burn from where they stood
    as the smoke said
    "we're not half as bad as G-d is good"
    still there's a whisper in my ear,
    the voice of lonliness and fear, so I say:

    "devil, disappear!
    I'm still (ehh...technically...) a virgin
    after 27 years-
    which never bothered me before,
    what's maybe 50 more?"

    she came back for the oats
    but she brought along a "friend"
    (this never ends)
    the harder the rain,
    the lower the flowers in the garden bend
    (this never ends)
    I'd rather never talk again
    than to continue to pretend
    that this never ends

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