I have two sides just like a dime One is sweet the other swine, I can be so much profound Or superficial all around, I sow care at certain times Not empathic on other lines, The mix up is so complex That everything falls out of specs, I try to please all who I know Different act in every row, For you my girl I have one face And it’s the one you can embrace, So to show you all my cares I just wrote about my wares.
In the height of early evening you call, from beyond the stairs, beyond the kitchen door, soldiers of purple and white waging war against my hiding, singing the long song of Summer, as a gentle breeze drifts predictably in waves from the left.
I contemplate the last few nights, the utter delight of hearing a Tawny and then a mate calling back, in the day being greeted by yet another artichoke's vibrant tufted hair, and beaches on beaches I've been escaping to, because I couldn't face here, in its steady perfection, acknowledging I created this...
You're always too busy with your nose in that stupid black book while holding that pen of yours, you know sometimes I don't think you see what's right in front of you, you're useless Ethan I don't know why I bother with you, what does anybody see in you, what do I even see in you."
You know the shape & colour of my front door I'll live without you.