Turn me on thirty three years older
Color me in with a bit of poise
Right now everything is foreign
and the chair in the corner is far too big
A stranger to me, but a mighty gent
I would kneel down beside you
so we can listen to your disquisition
so we can hear your pitch
Now there is a fogged up mirror
resting between my brows
Dry air cracks the plaster
while a poor man bites my ankles
So I soak book pages
to place upon my head
and keep spy glasses against my lashes
so I can grow up for the sea
(and I hope you will join me)
1 comment:
"and keep spy glasses against my lashes"
<3
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