Sunday 17 June 2018

Human train fall on me


From our hideouts and shelters
after the petty sales
On tables and raised tops
I want a train not to board
But on me to fall
Oh fall on me

I am coming to the city
I told them before I left
my return they wait
my money their hope.
We dress our hair
paint the eye lashes
polish the face to kill

With a touch that kills
that sweeps off your feet
oh thinking faculty
Quick money is all
Pain is gain
is joy when with money
the dirt on  the skin
cleaned by perfume

Human train fall on me
Fall on me and break me
I come with the night
the night is here with me
I fear not to lie on its rails
Standing with a cigar lighted by fire
Calling you my day, Oh night
that beautiful face that snares
only at night
take me wherever
lead me in whatever
and I’ll follow

I will go
I will not cry
Oh take me in, stay with me
I will go
I will not cry
Oh toss me a coin, palms yearn to grab
I will go
I will not cry

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