Mother mother turned to me she listens like cats with big eyes and tiny tiny
Gentle stirring, you try too hard & work too much be gentle gentle
Sitting there with your long blonde hair you look look certain like 75 ladies
Crouch by here & by her and tackle her long winded problems
She's only got you small small & other things //
Don't frown like that furrow smashing light bulbs into cross-chambers & &
_____suddenly there's not much since and after there's nothing really
God I miss you God I miss you God I miss you.
But only sometimes & then other ways appear and we run long handed
against the brisk and sharp & against the cold and dark
And little lights appear and we snatch them up like children
This is ours this is ours this is ours.
1 week ago