Jenny Choi And The Third Shift
Bananamania
let's say that you were just a ribbon
in a cold spring breeze in a sky of blue
that melted faces in your days of tea
with their voices tickling while your throat is ringing feverishly
and we cry like rain to quench our nightmares and our thirsty dreams
but here you are disarmingly asleep and winking
above the night is sighing
on your knees you're scrubbing every inch of wooden ease
and space moved in with luggage packed in each callused hand
and you won't be lonely cause skin can close with little time
butterflies are fluttering through the window of your heart
and you can't say that you'll be back
for more illusions despite this height
you're breathing let's say that you were just a-floating
on a wet concrete and a wave of this warmth
has poured into your empty stomach
smile ever so softly into the stream for what you see will carry you
from this day forth slowly your fingers intertwine
between your knees
and a drop of ink prepares the landscape for its nightly sleep
and your eyes trace over the construction paper silhouette
then you lick your lips in commentary how the lines fall
so in steadfast time with your heartbeat
without you trying
thump thump
hey look, no hands
From Letras Mania