Delta40
07-29-2014, 06:23 PM
I have too many oranges
to crush by hand.
Chop and twist
As drops of juice fall
and my arms get sore
I just can't hold that knife anymore.
Where were you
In the platitude of
Don't Worry?
Citrus scent
all mouldy green
Familiar voices echo
Oh I know what you mean
When the edge is lost
and clatters to the floor
I clutch my chest
Oranges roll down the hall.
Where were you
In the platitude of
Everything will be ok?
I just weep
There is nothing to say.
Because now I'm home
still all alone
More oranges have arrived
I'm still alive
You don't need to phone.
I chop and twist
Such a lone affair
Because family concerns
are as invisible as air
to crush by hand.
Chop and twist
As drops of juice fall
and my arms get sore
I just can't hold that knife anymore.
Where were you
In the platitude of
Don't Worry?
Citrus scent
all mouldy green
Familiar voices echo
Oh I know what you mean
When the edge is lost
and clatters to the floor
I clutch my chest
Oranges roll down the hall.
Where were you
In the platitude of
Everything will be ok?
I just weep
There is nothing to say.
Because now I'm home
still all alone
More oranges have arrived
I'm still alive
You don't need to phone.
I chop and twist
Such a lone affair
Because family concerns
are as invisible as air