there’s a lost kite in the Sky i stand on my swing and stare a lost kite in the dusk of august in the clouds cold space someone’s holding it there two palms and a pine swing as i swing as the ripe jasmine blossoms ice in the evening white as my knuckles ‘round round on the chains as i swing like the palm branches swaying in the august evening stare at that Sky lost kite your will holds it there but your love your love couldn’t tear it down my heart soars with it in this bitter cold wind swinging the two palms and the pine while my knuckles pale and my cheekbones rose and your hair blows against your forehead and stare your love put me there, high lost in the grey swinging, soaring in the dusk blushing like newborn city lights it falls, night falls on the soaring lost kite in the biting grey Sky the lights in my head in the kitchen behind you and I the reflection my cheekbones burn red and still that wind bites an unlike tender as your call and the thoughts that escape once again fall fall from the kite
Life whistles serenely. What am I saying? I’ve got an apple in my hand and a juicy chunk in my mouth. I wish I had an apple tree with apple seeds, And that apple seeds were a currency.
What am I saying?
My hand sweats when you hold it. I wish true love were buyable, unexpirable, The kind we can take for granted, And that apple seeds were a currency.
Do you hear me laughing?
I think I used to say the same. I wish our smiles cost a penny each, You’d die poor, I’m sure, But if apple seeds were a currency, And true love were buyable, unexpirable, I’d marry you for free.
Do you get what this means?
Hold my pinky for a while. I wish this rain could melt us like sugar, And that the Earth were diabetic, You’d be wrapped around my pinky as we sank, We would kill and die, penniless and poor, And true love would still not be buyable, unexpirable, And apple seeds… who’s to say?