As effortless as all you know, as inactive as a charm. This vessels
lowly stowaway is armed. Let the credits rave, let the critics roll as the
groom runs down the aisle. In a hail of bullets I just throw a towel and
write the bride out a second life, a second hand, a view of space with an
elephant obstructing it. I'm splashing greys where once was glowing
white - I hit the pavement in the sunlight. I would beg the kids to just
come outside and play, but I'd take the ball away. What is a sorry state
when you can't believe your eyes you'll gladly take as second prize.
There are prophecies you'll only prophesize over niceties and gin but
now you're asking I don't know where to begin. All the critics rave as
the credits roll, they kept us wet behind the ears so we'll be speaking in
hushed tones for fifty years. Take this heart and wear it on the outside.
And as the rain comes down like a ticker tape parade the tears slow and
dissipate. As the blood and sweat you've invested evaporates you'll have
tried but you won't make it pay...
Sign this and file it under dumbstruck envy that'll strike you down
Sightless - the comfort in the danger enticing... I join the queue
Mindlessly I made her my likeness - scattered and absolute
Silent and transparent - the one who holds the candle to the glow of you.