Friday, May 29, 2015

How to be hauntingly careless

jump high, you've got nothing else to lose
no trees left uncut, no money to make a difference
nothing to wear for the Sunday nights

Jump, you've got nothing to lose
no mother to cook for you
fish in an oven flaked by parsley and lemon
or a father to tell you a story about
the chivalry that died in him long before
you were concieved

jump, there's only the air to hold your weight,
the nymphs to pass your song

don't care about death
by the edge of the water

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