Static Statistic
could you, would you slowly teach me
i'm ready but not so willing
yet
learn to sprinkle tears to you
find me, bind me fastly to you
vulcan phrases to remind
time
hand me a bottled clue
will you, spill you quickly upward
the rest will come naturally
when
my wires get plugged back in
take me, make me in your pocket
keep me by your worded side
away
on your knees in abhorration
can you, hand you over to me
i forgot the ettiquette
now
does company pour out tea
give me, live me through to sunday
pull the blankets and sheets
down
my ears get so damned cold
do you, woo you as my faith
bleach my memories
out
down the fire escape
face me, chase me through hot places
strong as i feel, weak as i am
tired
reason evades my nimble brain
Copyright © 1999 T. Masami Tadehara
