Picket Fences
If eyes were silence, I would live in them
Pools of Black and Murk
Drank by the bottle, ordered by the case
The taste of honey and butter and biscuits
If silence were golden, I would hoard it
I will build my house of it, a temple to it
I would layer it thick, brick by brick
And cry myself to sleep wrapped in a blanket of it
If silence were silent, I would love it
I would marry it
I would caress and kiss and feed it
I would murder it, bury it in the backyard and die atop it
If silence wasn’t food I would starve
Where silence is water, I drink
I swim, I bathe
When silence comes home from the war, we will build a life together
Fences and barbeques, a dog, a car
He will be the father and I will teach our children of glorious, glorious silence
Pools of Black and Murk
Drank by the bottle, ordered by the case
The taste of honey and butter and biscuits
If silence were golden, I would hoard it
I will build my house of it, a temple to it
I would layer it thick, brick by brick
And cry myself to sleep wrapped in a blanket of it
If silence were silent, I would love it
I would marry it
I would caress and kiss and feed it
I would murder it, bury it in the backyard and die atop it
If silence wasn’t food I would starve
Where silence is water, I drink
I swim, I bathe
When silence comes home from the war, we will build a life together
Fences and barbeques, a dog, a car
He will be the father and I will teach our children of glorious, glorious silence
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