DAY SEVEN
TALK IS CHEAP
I need to see your
beauty face
I need to hear your
lips complain
about the two and eight
of things
the way you always used
to do so please
come home you're
driving me insane
Passing ships storms in
cups
caffeine will never
taste the same
hello ciao auf
wiedersehen
whatever was your name
Elaine
perhaps you never told
me
Although you saw me for
a while
much more than enough
time
to compile file boxes
of memories
of photographs and
promises
and keepsakes that
you'll never keep
They say that flashing
lights
bragging rights and
talk is cheap
but gasoline will cost
a bomb
and aeroplanes will
come and go
fly to fields in lands
that we don't know
But that's enough of
that for now
because I'm still
waiting
for you to return to
sanity
you've been holed up in
that godforsaken
place for much too long
I need to see your
beauty face
I need to hear your
lips complain
about the two and eight
of things
the way you always used
to do
so please come home and
be with me again
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