Young Life

How old is your brother

He’s starting to work

Life’s good and all

Till he earns the money

And the drinks come from the tap

And the honey runs from a dry teat

Waiting for him every weekend

Sending him packing every Sunday

To see him again on Friday

The Food Tastes Too Good

She wants the streets

The lights

The endless rooms

Buzzing with innumerable faces

She wants the food that talks good

The drink that adds fuel to the fires

In her passion, her heart is burning

I’m breathing in her fumes

High on her heart

Her eyes call out my name

 

Three times

 

My heart watches hers

Laying down a pyre

Waiting for the flame to catch on

I can’t leave her eyes

The food tastes so good with her