sweet silvie
Put on your hat with the earflaps
And your mittens too
Sweet Silvie is having kittens.
She can’t sleep for her worry of you.
Well now sweet Silvie don’t you fret.
And don’t you worry too.
Don’t put my room out to let.
I got me a paint can of light sky blue.
I’m going to put back what is missing
In your sky of amber hue.
I’m going to start in with kissing
And then paint in that sky light blue.
Sweet Silvie lay my head upon your Madonna breast.
Resurrect the dead that’s pounding, pounding in my chest.
Dust is brought in by whirl winds set spinning by alibis,
Emboldened by the winged sins of opportunistic lies.
Tie on your northwester.
Lace up your shoes with the chrome steel tips.
Waterproof your polyester.
Wash your hands with soap called “anti-slip”.
Sweet Silvie has been here before.
Fact is she’s never left.
When you take up with bad weather
It’s hard not to come out second best.
But leastwise it’s not boring.
Though what comfort that is I can’t say.
Sweet Silvie is endlessly imploring
The end to find its day.
Sweet Silvie lay my head upon your Madonna breast.
Resurrect the dead that’s pounding, pounding in my chest.
The invisible ventriloquist
From home town unknown
Pauses on his way out
And gives voice to every politician clone.
Shut the door the wind is howling
And all the windows too.
When your stomach is growling
You got to stop before you’re through.
Sweet Silvie lay my head upon your Madonna breast.
Resurrect the dead that’s pounding, pounding in my chest.