Sunday, October 14, 2007

Wires by Elle

Telephone wires criss-crossed
Divided up the sky
Which once was flat into oscillating shapes
As the train troubled by...

You said the only thing
You Can Be Certain Of In Life
was certainly misery...
oh so whats the point in getting up

What's the point in washing?
when there's always so much dirt.
What's the point in moving when we cannot move the earth.

When we said goodbye the rain came down.
Is slid by sideways
it covered all the iron and wood
and litter and lice and leaves
and divided up the sky.