Fifteen storeys high, the black curtains drawn, and
The sun is just a brat that spits and the goes away. The
T.V. chatters, there's a pile of letters scattered on
The mat. Reminders, bills--they smell of cats. Three
Starving cats who chase each others' shadows. They
Curl up on him overnight and scratch him, and bite
Him . . . But he lost the will to fight, and he lost the
Will to move . . . It's been a month, will be another,
Until the busting down the door. They'll carry him
Away; they'll strip him clean. They'll lock him in a
Padded box some fifteen storeys high
Where the sun is just a brat that spits then goes away.
1 | I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty |
2 | True Love |
3 | Sterre |
4 | Love Puppets |
5 | Hotel Noir |
6 | Lisa Goes Surfing |
7 | Our Lady in Chambers |
8 | The Ocean Cried Blue Murder |
9 | On Another Shore |
10 | Hellsville |