there's a coin in your pocket that dances alone
ascending the staircase to fair Babel's throne
among the thistles and briar they've grown
to keep out the God Overthrown
there's a coin in your hand with the man in the moon
hunting the Whale with a lecture harpoon
while the Wolf licks his teeth and his eyes like balloons
the sun has gone down too soon
heads or tails till you lose your voice
heads or tails, there is no third choice
there's a coin in the air with bloodthirsty grin
waiting for Boy No. 12 to begin
a third-rate investor sheds his second skin
allows his facade to wear thin
there's a coin on the floor that whispers a tale
of a neverending Sleeper, her dreams to impale
upon the grey matchsticks of yesterday's mail
her windows all turning to shale
heads or tails till you murder your brother
heads or tails, it's one or the other
heads or tails, the stairs to descend
heads or tails, you win again.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
now you see me...
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2 comments:
hello well
i just found your comment on my blog, but I have a funny deja vu feeling
that I already left you this comment.
in any case I was admiring
your WE COULD HAVE BEEN BIRDS
post, yes. I was.
You've left me comments before, but not this exact one. That would be weird.
Thanks for your admiration! It is nice.
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