Black Rice

On a bleak Monday morning Holding my head, everything tastes right Permanent daylight Neatly stained fences and gates Lions to tame Cut through the front yard You were a stranger Scenery you've cut and glued The scent of tropical ash underneath your shoes Black rice suddenly spills and drifts apart A swelling ocean swallows me but all I really want's just another breathe Black rice lady, we knew right from the start Right from the start And your plants become a chore Stripes on the pane, lashes so vibrant Left on the table With your chalk and trembling chair You look like a painting Out on the sidewalk No one was watching Fighting up this flight of stairs Your anonymous lovers braid a dazzling chain Black rice suddenly spills and drifts apart Bricks are rising in the blue You dread the sight of this place It's too dry it's true Black rice lady, we knew right from the start Right from the start