small poems & small plates
Risen, he hasMassive folds of cloth and hymnals by decreeWhat if too many foreignerscross themselves in the yard?She's pointing at the rain"They're saying too much, much too much"Unmanageable crowds on the platformAnd way too many payphonesLights the fire anywayLights it up again
Risen, he has
ReplyDeleteMassive folds of cloth and hymnals by decree
What if too many foreigners
cross themselves in the yard?
She's pointing at the rain
"They're saying too much, much too much"
Unmanageable crowds on the platform
And way too many payphones
Lights the fire anyway
Lights it up again