Tinted double layered panes.
Weathered and uncomfortable so rushed and irresponsible
Mouthing through the songs about-
Love and all the usual, pretending they're on stage.
Past tucked deep in cellophane
Luggage that they'd find you for at the nearest airport.
Faces at the synagogue- Some love
unconditional, some love propositional
Words above the calm
My fathers arms and all the good they've done.
While the crooks and their mothers on speed dial.
Thinking I'll lay low for a while.
God tends to the orphanage,
All the while his garrison asking for commission checks.
Who's to gamin who's to pride
Thinking I'll lay low for a while.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN