Morning bright, rise.
go over your lines.
iron your carefully crafted disguise.
we'd all like to sing.
it's easy to sigh; to sprinkle a handful or plausible lies.
our buildings will rise, poke out our own eyes.
publicly smile and privately frown.
a weeping reprise.
please hear my cries; i'd like to pull just this one building down.
so turn off the sky.
head in my hands.
night keep me warm.
white window-sill.
blinded by heart.
cut my hair short.
"eyeless in gaza with the slaves at the mill."