Who'd Have Thought

Five days of the dry grey
In the sky’s way has got us
Flocking to a dying well

We’ve been looking up
When we dream or love
Our necks are getting some tough waiting on
A secret no tongue can tell

I hear the slight whistling of doom
As it clots
Sounds like water left to boil in a furious old teapot

Palm trees are pom-poms
discount hotels in Hague Cheering on the bomb-bombs
hotels in Athens Who’d have thought that breeze
Could have got
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The moon started to moan when she waned
so we wrapped her in gauze and hushed on her name
a hazy veil
sheer lids for such an eye
hotels Mailand lowered and trailing the stilled surface of the tides

my dreams show me victory
it looks like a still-born child
we saved the mama
bless her heart

We’ve been looking up
When we dream or love
Our necks are getting some tough waiting on
A secret no tongue can tell

Palm trees are pom-poms
Cheering on the bomb-bombs
Who’d have thought that breeze
Could have got
So strong
So strong
So strong

Daniela Gesundheit ©2003