We got angry, said some careless things, who was wrong remains unclear. If something were to happen my dear, I wouldn’t want the last words you hear, to be unkind, to be unkind. Watching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies, swimming at the pool…I’m thinking of you too.īefore you gotta go, go, go, go I wanted you to know, know, know, know you’re always on my mind, you’re always on my mind. Wondering what you’re doing, what you’re listening to, which quarter of the moon you’re viewing from the bedroom. There’s oily residue seeping from the kitchen, it’s art-deco-necromantic-chic all the dinner plates are kitsch with Irish wolf-hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks, I think I’m hungry…I’m thinking of you too. It’s a kind of off-white, maybe it’s a cream. I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling. I lose a breath, my love line seems entwined with death (could be a spider web)…I’m thinking of you too.
#WEET BIX NEAR ME SKIN#
I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms and the cracks are representative of what is going on. Reminds me of a book I skim read in a surgery, all about palmistry I wonder what’s in store for me. I lay awake at four, staring at the wall, counting all the cracks backwards in my best French. When you sleep, are you warm, can you feel my cold feet? Are you good, are you making ends meet? At the end of the day, you’re awake with your thoughts and I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone, yeah I don’t want you to be alone, and I don’t want you to be alone. In the dark, are you scared, did you hear those dogs bark? n do you ever wonder what sets you apart? Shine the torch on the path, darling please don’t let go of my arm. Shall we leave? Are you sure? Let me grab my bag we can sneak out through the side door. Sometimes it’s hard, getting lost you say is a fine art. And I smile when you say that you’ll build me a table one day well, I’d be so grateful. In a daze I can picture you whittling away, with such care with such patience and grace. What you put in the ground comes around when you don’t even know what you’re missing at all. Yeah you reap what you sow and so it goes. Now you’re settling in for the stay anyway you got a blank slate to renovate. Oh what a day, and congrats on the keys to your place. “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!"
He said, “All I ever wanted to be was an Elevator Operator can you help me please?!”. All the people look like ants from up here, and the wind’s the only traffic you can hear” I come up here, for perception and clarity, I like to imagine I’m playing Sim City. He said, “I think you’re projecting, the way that you’re feeling, I’m not suicidal just idling insignificantly. The elevator dings, and they awkwardly step in, their fingers touch on the rooftop button… “Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!” She looks him up and down with a Botox frown, he’s well used to that look by now. Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts. Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton. Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side. Headphone wielding to the Nicholas Building, he trips on a pothole that’s not been filled in.
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