But is there an edge
inside the earth acquitting
the rosy crimes with smoke
rolls over the ground That in
innocence you allot
empty teeth shiver of emotions so strongly felt
on aimless walks and the future
an old world slips away
The strip of leather has not reappeared
drifting from the blue motor
files, and the walls (with no south)
is why I do not wake like steel
at quitting time
follow a mobile cut, the dull
humming prefers this
Father she blink a chair the mobile swings
and the walls fall away, fall like
a plane dive into a ditch But
is there a ditch here a blank
area between windows
south of this, forgotten, leaving
shoulders and walls exposed humming, while
he takes a walk to find records which tell him this
The walls he feels desperate to tell
someone this in the spot begins my life
of emotions come back, on aimless walks
to record in innocence has touched and felt her
someone with him is cut down but the silence begins this
I leave my cigarettes where I return
with a spot on it and the steel in my teeth
will not shiver. With shoulders exposed
at empty moments a cry with no future
bed On walks to a strip records
the only person I look to
We eat everything, cough go blank
in a chair cannot promise
aimless walks each in order to smooth
removes a hand each time on walks
falls to shivering a cigarette is taken
down snow paths but he is cut down a mobile
appears car I am inside her
my continued emotion prefers this
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