after the age of toleration
i looked about for the damage
another time i guess nothing happened
another time i heard our children crying
it turned out to be on the TV
we collect bones in the summer
i sometimes find them strewn amongst the flowers

nothing makes
sense i guess
another kiss
of sensual
nullity
forever
and ever
it's over

o' how the colours fill my eyelids
i still cannot understand your language
even as the water left me breathless
a sinking ship i know
a sunken ship, though, no
forever just goes down
we practiced and we gave out
a blinking sofa maid
died before she made
the cuts over her arms
spell out her discontentment
my thread goes on and on
and never finds an end
and in the end we end
and somebody gets paid
well black river flow
our children have left home
it doesn't bear to think
who will clear their throats

spare a moment for this
spare a memory lest
i forget i lived it