The Soles of your shoes misunderstanding
those cobblestone roads for the touch
of Change and light, poppy seed air.
Everyone must learn sometimes -
hmn, let’s bite into a Spring holiday.
Get away. Away we get from
cleaning above the carpet,
dusting the handles of locked doors,
the Guilt of a million murders
and away from Checking the mail box.
For news and messages, they do
all sadden me so. They cause falling
frowns and deepened dread.
The chink of China Soothes me like
a hand though your hair and
a slap in the face -
oh, and I ask you to pass the salt
so as to add a bit more Flavour.
Just a bit, a smidge on the edge
Enough to liven things but easily
removable. Easy to wipe Clear and clean.
Keep your friends near to taste your
hemlock tea – family and enemies
are the same. Send them both on a Spring
holiday. Sweep the blood and crumbs
underneath the carpet and polish
the skeletons in the cupboard. Keep them
happy. Some flavour and excitement.
Rent a favour and keep it for a bit.
When your soul starts to bubble up
in your throat, when it misunderstands,
clamp it down, boot it in the face,
burn it’s air and it’s flair until it is left
stark bare. Line up your victories
on the top shelf. Put a knife through
your papers; pierce the wood, pierce
the heart. Breathe in the vapour and
breathe in the day. Yes, I think it’s time
for a Spring holiday.
those cobblestone roads for the touch
of Change and light, poppy seed air.
Everyone must learn sometimes -
hmn, let’s bite into a Spring holiday.
Get away. Away we get from
cleaning above the carpet,
dusting the handles of locked doors,
the Guilt of a million murders
and away from Checking the mail box.
For news and messages, they do
all sadden me so. They cause falling
frowns and deepened dread.
The chink of China Soothes me like
a hand though your hair and
a slap in the face -
oh, and I ask you to pass the salt
so as to add a bit more Flavour.
Just a bit, a smidge on the edge
Enough to liven things but easily
removable. Easy to wipe Clear and clean.
Keep your friends near to taste your
hemlock tea – family and enemies
are the same. Send them both on a Spring
holiday. Sweep the blood and crumbs
underneath the carpet and polish
the skeletons in the cupboard. Keep them
happy. Some flavour and excitement.
Rent a favour and keep it for a bit.
When your soul starts to bubble up
in your throat, when it misunderstands,
clamp it down, boot it in the face,
burn it’s air and it’s flair until it is left
stark bare. Line up your victories
on the top shelf. Put a knife through
your papers; pierce the wood, pierce
the heart. Breathe in the vapour and
breathe in the day. Yes, I think it’s time
for a Spring holiday.