23 July 2005
bad fall
we must lift fire from th secret case
and send th pigeons to another place
like in th cold autumn pink of Montreal
where down a child’s slide our love did fall
no one took time to divide th you from me
and nightly from the foot of this apartment I see
two shadows haunting a grainy nightshade
where the cost of a warm memory
is a memory paid
and send th pigeons to another place
like in th cold autumn pink of Montreal
where down a child’s slide our love did fall
no one took time to divide th you from me
and nightly from the foot of this apartment I see
two shadows haunting a grainy nightshade
where the cost of a warm memory
is a memory paid