Jps

There have been stories you'd written

The blue colored pencils and tar

World is a comedy play

With no actor set to appear

And the day falls on a Thursday

Keep play on tragic and dismay

There have been letters who's written

On violet thin paper to you

Of all your memories she'd reckoned

Make up the words to sonnets

And the day falls on a Thursday

Keep play on tragic and dismay

Of human way

You always had to believe

Looking glass and the existence

When the nights come around

Fake pearls spilled out of your palm

And you weep for the distance

And the substance

Of something on a throat