my feet soak
in a bucket of
in a bucket of
white foam
water
warms to my feet
warms to my feet
warms my aching soles
dire straits
blasts through
blasts through
the speakers
an assortment of novels
lie around me
on the bed
i holler above
knopfler's low voice
lyrics i have known
since school
since school
and i see
you're going to say
something
but no, stop
but no, stop
you can't touch
this moment
save it for later
this moment
save it for later
because right now
lady writer's
on the tv
on the tv
No comments:
Post a Comment