I sat down on a red-patterned chair
And looked back at
A five-point star
Held tightly by one small nail
On an old & chipped-paint wall.
There was a heart-shape, signifying love? No
For it didn't have the brains
It was signifying rhythm
It was signifying want
It was signifying waiting
For the world to un-compress.
And looked back at
A five-point star
Held tightly by one small nail
On an old & chipped-paint wall.
There was a heart-shape, signifying love? No
For it didn't have the brains
It was signifying rhythm
It was signifying want
It was signifying waiting
For the world to un-compress.