I wake up to the pigs getting fat off my name
Rolling a cigarette I remember last nights dream.
You were in the bathroom feathering your hair
And I was watching from the doorway entrance
Caught in your reflections gaze.
I wake up to the Paramedics checking my pulse,
Calculating time of death.
There were origami cranes in my sleep last night
That sent you messages in the wind.
Now I'm sitting on the side of the road
listening to squeals and sirens.
No comments:
Post a Comment