Martin Hall
Emblematic
I felt a sigh pass your lipsI saw the weight on your eyelidsYet there you swagger and there you goThe mise-en-scène of your mercy dromeToo many images at playToo many faces in a day’s workYour sweet incentive, it’s so relentlessMy grief’s been waiting for this dayNo easy answers, only hard choicesI guess we came to the end of the roadYour random gender, my desolate needsThe splintered voices of lost beliefsTrading commodities with no fixed presetsNo traces left of a long gone starletPornographers and secondhand consumer rightsAll sons and lovers of 70’s delight
From Letras Mania