The bed we slept on had no spring
And the room was disposable
Like her smile and cards
And the grin on my mask
She always talks with her heart on
Her shoulders
Yes;she bares and talks
As if to fill the void in air
I feed the silence;some days
With long stares into space
Or other interesting cast
And i use the net to
Catch a fish;and few flicks
O;the net is a saviour
From her needless talks
Her clingy art and bores
Yes, she loves and talks
Her art and music and
Poesy, of course! In red
She sees it in everything
She sees -
Imagine a burning fish at the seas
She makes no sense sometimes
But i laugh all the same, at times
Or drown it all
In thoughts of past thumps
In better proms ahead
Devoid of her confused drums
A free bird am i now
Free as the hermit -gale
I'll soar above barges
And sail as far as i can
She is a dot on my page's eye
Thankful my friend, is one
Who dislodges the bone
Wedged in his throat
Now i can sing out loud
As i twirl in the cloud to other isle'
SANKOFFA
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