Paroles
Wake
Wake with a joyless
Sense of annoyance
This summer's burning through the pains
The tires caked in dirt remain
We're in this deep soft county clay
By busy apartments
You keep your appointments
Like coining a name
Like rest when it came for
These dormitory people
Pace
Pace with impatience
At war with the neighbors
You trace the borders of the hedge
The mise en place was such a mess
That on this warm hot county clay
With elbow disjointed
The service was-
Flawless
Like coining a name
Like rest when it came for
These dormitory people
As brambles overgrow
The garden
Leaves neat suburban homes
Are calling to sleep among the roads
A pebble-dashing clothes
Gardens