I have lost my words
They are in the fixing shop
Shot drop chop
Shop drop shot
This sickness runs through me
Like a word I cannot find or fix
The desire makes me shiver
When the clock turns twelve
And it is time
Always time
To wilt
Like paper petals falling from a winter flower
It is funny how much devastation can be calculated into three precious hours
Once lost
Once forgotten
Just like my words in the fixing shop
This sickness runs through me
Like a word I cannot find or fix
Maybe I should make a sign
Alice does not live here anymore
Signs don't keep me out
You know that silly bee
Signs let me in
Every shop window
Every closed door
You see the words
And the words make me
Easy peasy
Apple pie
The worst thing I burnt
Was my ticket out
Now I am
If I am at all
A cluster of dirty
Cherry knots
This sickness runs through me
Like a word I cannot find or fix
We will go back to the shop
Maybe there’s an answer there.
