Life-Size Stencils
There's a lungful of poison at least in this house
All the walls look like old fruit in mistresses' mouths
Sinking or swimming — what kind of an ending?
Insinuated weaknesses aren't weaknesses at all.
Through the eye of a keyhole, we slip with brass sighs
Cherry bruises and fever will follow sunrise
Gone....but we praise the day
In sinister new ways
Everyone's unsettled by the frost in their own heart.
Floors that groan
Knees that creak and fill the silence
A massive, stately violence
Shuffles up behind us
Sometimes we say,
"Better to reign than serve," and so on
The weary looks we throw on
What did you think the dawn was for
But putting on our airs?
Tell me truthfully — yeah, I know it's foreign
Will we suffer exposure or die of boredom?
(humming, etc.)
© 2001 John Brocato
All the walls look like old fruit in mistresses' mouths
Sinking or swimming — what kind of an ending?
Insinuated weaknesses aren't weaknesses at all.
Through the eye of a keyhole, we slip with brass sighs
Cherry bruises and fever will follow sunrise
Gone....but we praise the day
In sinister new ways
Everyone's unsettled by the frost in their own heart.
Floors that groan
Knees that creak and fill the silence
A massive, stately violence
Shuffles up behind us
Sometimes we say,
"Better to reign than serve," and so on
The weary looks we throw on
What did you think the dawn was for
But putting on our airs?
Tell me truthfully — yeah, I know it's foreign
Will we suffer exposure or die of boredom?
(humming, etc.)
© 2001 John Brocato