too might be
an emblem of darkness
is a seedy seeing
unseemly to me
pulling at my own
precious house
too might be
an emblem of darkness
is a seedy seeing
unseemly to me
pulling at my own
precious house
Where the train went in circles
longer than &
but not so long as
ampersand
When we ask ourselves
what this hour is for,
when grief it rains
in the houses next door,
when Pickles the maid
mops up the floor,
and we drop to the basement below:
Then I pick me up
and dust me up
and turn to you, O Tums:
(key of G)
O Tums, Tums,
Tum-tee-tum-tum
Tum-tee-tum-tum-tee-tum-tum!
New views,
and the wisdom from flips
with outcomes unknown.