Paul Bergmann Under The Moon's White Spoon
Here we lay in human skin
The loving hours now far behind
Throes of hair by daylight stilled
Somebody's sigh before me fills the room
Smoke and sunlight in the dawn
I make my bed and she is gone now
Here the starkness and the room
Lurid thoughts before me strewn
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
Depths below the icy streams
Years removed from childish dreams
Inside condolences we've left
A little blueness still is kept
You want me here, there, near but where?
I need you closely like a bear
The times I've wished someone around
Are really more than I can stand
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
I haven't been here long I know
These grisly brows bend to and fro
I've stumbled deep into the night
And my feet were dancing light
Oh the semblance of regret
Is buried shallow in Fernet
A glass for you and I tonight
Just one more cup before my flight
Under the moon's white spoon
Under the moon's white spoon
