A piano ballad
jeremi handrinos
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After changing the sheets,
and smoking a cigarette
She fixes her hair,
and mixes a drink.
So many long mirrors,
Too much time to think.
Of daddy
Of horses
Of poppies
& hands
Of children
Divorces
& far away
lands
Oh harlot, I am in love
Oh harlot, look at you strut
On the terrace above...
With a pear, and no buts.
There is no dinner to make
No thought of church in the morn
Only the money you take
Hoping to be reborn
in the skin of another
Because your beauty eludes...
you push deeper in
as the men file through.
Oh harlot, I am with you
Oh harlot, your laugh is warm South
I wish that I knew
the pull of your mouth.
But I am a boy
Perhaps, I am yours?
In the back of your mind
In a boat with no oars.
Oh harlot, these streets are for killers
Oh harlot, these rooms have no view
I always wondered if you knew?
What you were really, getting into.
The needles
The night
Sickness
The plight
The blues
& The highs
Promises
Lies
The reddest
Lights...
& the stink of gold
Death will not wait
until you're old.
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