I must have crawled through your bedroom door In a fit of jealous breath Perched upon the Bacchus foot Of your unsuspecting bed From the blossom rags in my jackal croon To the stems of this cinquefoil I give to you the shrapnel With which to sprinkle in the soil Because... All the traps in the cellar go clickety clack cause you know I always set them for you Yeah, for you! And all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps yeah, you know theyre gonna take me to you Yeah, to you! I know a girl that was woven In spindle and thread Wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta Scaffolding wed She tosses and turns And wakes all the children in bed Yawning with hunger They take turns of nourishment She says...
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 02:14:28 +0000