“Something new” (Wendy Colonna) “All
"Something new" (Wendy Colonna)
“All in good time,” she said to me,
“answers will find their way to the
gates of the mazes we wind ourselves up in like
corks through the haze of the wine that we wade in”
tonight, lie still
let them in to take their fill
who are we to give them something new?
Mothers and minions buy tickets for time
And wait at the windows for each shining dawn
The kiss of tomorrows can dangle before them like
Carrots for horses and stock cars for miles
tonight, lie still
let them in to take their fill
who are we to give them something new?
A lover a liar a fool and a fraud
Were dancing in turn to the muted applause
Making love in the mirrors blindfolded and robbed
By their own reflections their hands and their songs
All in good time, how I believed
The web would unwind and kisses sweet
Could steal the disease from the circus of silence
And brown paper dreams could retire in their violence
Tonight, lie still
Lock the doors, lights kill
Who are we to give them something new?
Who are we to give them something new?
______________
“All in good time,” she said to me,
“answers will find their way to the
gates of the mazes we wind ourselves up in like
corks through the haze of the wine that we wade in”
tonight, lie still
let them in to take their fill
who are we to give them something new?
Mothers and minions buy tickets for time
And wait at the windows for each shining dawn
The kiss of tomorrows can dangle before them like
Carrots for horses and stock cars for miles
tonight, lie still
let them in to take their fill
who are we to give them something new?
A lover a liar a fool and a fraud
Were dancing in turn to the muted applause
Making love in the mirrors blindfolded and robbed
By their own reflections their hands and their songs
All in good time, how I believed
The web would unwind and kisses sweet
Could steal the disease from the circus of silence
And brown paper dreams could retire in their violence
Tonight, lie still
Lock the doors, lights kill
Who are we to give them something new?
Who are we to give them something new?
______________
I’m so still I can hear the cells playing ping-pong in my veins.
But calm is scary, just not used to being still,
Too deceptive to trust.
Words can be so scary…
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