he twin bread dough hands need kneading course salt shimmers as he picks me up the tissue boxes empty used wrapping paper hearts crumple fairy wings except he ripped it apart you oughta know he hits like an avalanche you oughta know he hits like an avalanche he lifted me up but he won't put me down clouds swim away but you know they'll drown you oughta know he hits like an avalanche you oughta know he hits like an avalanche he shuffles me like a deck of cards on poker day but the wording's all that matters THERE ARE NO POETS ANYWAY <--- back * home * next --->