I want to feed you Spoonfuls of my heart Each day Until there is nothing in me See you swallow it down Like medicine Pink mouthful by pink mouthful Until the spoon gleams clean
I sit and think About the tape I made you And the books and shuttlecock You’ve left behind. I wonder how I couldn’t reciprocate When you did all you did Made music for me
So, I tried again And slipped, it seems Out of my own skin, Into someone elses, Into yours Into your house, your tragic life Your blood-red room And single bed I threw myself
Hideous beauty And the red chains break As the silent waves wash over the sand, Cleansing. The white walls are crumbling, And the light streams through, The thousand holes.