Sleeping Cranes
Haha Chicago
The sunlight scattered on the cold concreteAs the water started churning in the cloudsThe cats were all a-grin with their finch feather fangsUnder the crows nesting in the birdhouseShaking rain from the fibers of my borrowed clothesTwisting tied arm days to end an ageWatching fungus grow over bagged baby pinesSpewing white onto my yellowed pageLike a bat to the breadth of an acid soaked spineI held her hand down an empty interstate Offering "haha, Chicago" to a lonesome nightStriking matches over ashes for a flameComing down with a stranger on an air mattressAll the bedsheets blooming in the darkSprawled in a puddle of self lamentHeaving ocean water up from my gutOn my back pointing fingers at the passing crowdWaiting for someone to make me clean'Cause today is a woman with a wedding ringAnd tomorrow's just a girl kicking morning off the hotel sheets
From Letras Mania