Poems For Laila Cold World
theres a body hanging on a summery tree
since next to the last rainy day
some kids are playing marbles
right beyond its rocking feet
right beyond its rocking feet
someone playing single notes on a guitar
another one goes a sentimental way
a third one thinks about
the magic of a double bass
but noone thinks about me
it’s a
cold world
it’s a
cold world
but I
don’t wanna leave it anymore
empty chairs in empty chinese restaurants
and a buddah with scares all over his face
who gives a nasty sneer to some
frayed begonias
trembling on a dusty window board
it’s a cold world
it’s a cold world
the junky got his third relapse
the fourth ones very near
a modern rabbit eating girl
conjures up her great career
theres neither doubt nor any bliss
what incredible bohéme
your mother f..cks without a kiss
your sister does the same
it’s a
cold world
