Rock Dove
Tied Up
one clean pure white sheet of paper fillsfrom one child's self taught pencil skillssomething's been wrong, and it's been wrong all alongbut it's not money, so we move onbut it's colder in the house than it is outsidewhere we see crosses in the overlapping traffic lamps, street lights, and stop signsand a ghost has stopped moving on my dark bedroom walli'd say five years old and three feet talljust like mei will keep this in a safe place sonwrapped around the barrel of my gunfor that approaching night when this trailing death frightsends me creeping into his armsthey don't know i never leave the housewhat the fuck will happen when they figure that outand who could be downstairs at 11 AMi better go downstairs and see what it's aboutoh my godnow papa's watching that old faucet driptied up and trapped like a baby in his criband as one tiny cup lets its glass walls fill upthe key starts turning,and his heart gives up
From Letras Mania