Down and Dusky Blonde

I fried my head
I’m not a brunette
I’m a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my lover’s head, the moon
I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice as a tool
It’s more demure
Tell your friend, the singing queen
With her matinee good looks
She talks like talking from a book
I speak the language of my village
Of my street
But I need a friend and I choose you
I tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing like a heel
I will forget the kiss and feel
If you will too
It’s a drag that you’re getting old
I like to think about the year
When we sobbed and then we cheered
The town deserted like a film
Your torso crushing me
Into the country and the tunnels
And the fields
I read a book a day like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
She said «A woman does not live
By the printed word
Forgive yourself and eat»
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
I was locked inside a room
They made a deal they would control
The simple things like bodies
But I kept my soul
When I needed someone I chose you
Because the fledgling soul awaits
And on the balcony she quakes
And she is waiting for the sign
And when the brother does not come
And when the sister’s much too young
She chooses you