Poems from bretagnesade
Hello Catholic woman,
with those spots on your face,
you leave
no goodbye
you vanish without a trace
Hello Catholic woman,
I can read...
It's dry
a barren desert of sand
what wouldn't give for a helping hand
of water
before he raisins up
he'll dry out
it's dry out
smooth...
Trying not to spend my time imagining
what will happen in the future
between you and me
because it will now be fruitless
trying not to...
Bleed on the street;
mix it with concrete
pave the blood on the road
let it spill from the heart
as it corrodes from the start
and soon...
you are a little late coming
this time
I've been waiting for you to show
I've prepared your white bed
and planned the places we can't go...