Through snow and small talk

Hey you
are you listening to me driving alone?
if so
then make sure that you drive slow
and check
yourself into a hotel
and watch
the whole world go to work

You stand there staring at your pan
as the eggs turn black
I am ready for you death
I smell your brandy soaked breath
at the table with your beans
in the cave of a dark dream
what’s a girl got to do
to make a man make a move?
a move?

The plot
thickens inside the pot
good men
never let you down but they never lift you up
in sleep
comes pleasures you could not believe
the day
shines light upon your face

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