Black Canyon
Tuesday, July 17th, 2007
You must be straight,
With the postage paid,
The letters inside talk to you.
The letters are telling you.
You must be straight.
Safe and sane and the words change,
Into a monster.
You’re afraid, Lying on your back on a shooting star, Walking out and strewn around, It’s sentimental, against your cheeks,
Don’t be afraid,
You must be straight.
You kept calling me,
Let down,
You know I can’t fly.
It bites on your fingernails,
No matter how you have arranged,
You could only wish that somewhere I’ll not.
No matter how much it retains,
You must be straight.
Cross-legged, sipping on coffee,
A new friend of yours side by side.
Listen to me, please,
You must be straight.
