Too recently

 

Naughty eggs at eleven o'clock

in the golden debt of the wasteland

on the toes of another day

all that was before

locked into someone you knew.

 

Sin and beaten

the shadow of everyone you knew

the day before yesterday 

the dead bosses died

filled up with wraps.

 

All of them shaved

and clipped toenails

all the deep

toenails stared down

all robbed in love

for a moment's enjoyment.

 

The smoke and the heat and the clouds

drifts across the wasteland.

 

If it's all fucked up

and death dies the gods of spirits

if it is done

if it's all fucked up

and death dies the gods of spirits

and the ferries sail

because it's all fucked up.

 

So kind

with narrow eye slits

so hot

beyond the sea

so sunken

the dry warm duvet

over someone's lingonberry egg

such a heat

beyond the sea.

 

In the loom

where we wait and weave

the clouds together

together like this.

 

Naughty eggs at eleven o'clock

in the golden debt of the wasteland

too recently

all all too recently

too recently.