25.8.11

You called it our home so I hid a fairy






I also have a fairy at home
On the streaming gutters
I found her on a roof
In the burning hot train of her dress
It was one morning, it smelt like coffee
Everything was covered in frost
She had hidden under a book
And the moon was ending up drunk

I also have a fairy at home
And the train of her dress is burnt
She certainly knows she cannot
And will never be able to fly again
Others tried before her
Before you, another one was here
I found her folded under her wings
And I thought she was cold

I also have a fairy at home
From my shelves she looks down
To the television, thinking
That outside it's war
She reads miscellaneous periodicals

And stays at home
At the window, counting the hours

I also have a fairy at home
And when she takes her breakfast
She makes a noise with her roasted wings
And I know well she's dissolute
But I prefer to kiss her
Or hold her between my fingers
I also have a fairy at home
Who would like to fly but cannot..




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