Tiltmeter Diamonds On The Appletree
Moments til the sentencing.Love the work that it brings.
The question leaves its mark of coarse,
hand one out to the in-laws.
Happy snaps in hospitals.
Rubber gloves parade the walls.
Find a shoulder which to cling.
Find a song for us to sing
and wish for something good like
diamonds on the apple tree.
I'll stop now.
Swaying in the orphans arms.
At least we'll all have a chance to run.
Like running in a bad dream.
I'll stop now.
Swaying in the orphans arms,
waiting on the one that they call mum.
Movies tell me life is good.
Nineteen- forties Hollywood.
I wonder what she did back then,
maybe read a book instead.
Something to avoid the war.
Comes back like an encore.
When you make it off the boat,
motion pictures we will go.
Just
run.
