Slovenly dripping
From the lips and the chin
A messy grotesquely
Wet slippery skin
Sickeningly unquenchable
Stew bubbling over
With an appetite for you
Death the red the red
We drink til we’re dead
À votre santé
Wine and bones
Twisted like vines
Death the red the red
We drink til we’re dead
A throne of grapes
A thorn path led
To be broken undone
Unwoven and reborn
A scent of yesterday
Knit tightly in your sweater
Lingers on the dining
Room table what a fable
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell the blood
Of an Englishman
A fairytale delivered
By a pigeon in a letter
Carved my future into
My forehead in the
Shape of a tree
And the leaves fell
Down around my feet
Where you picked me up
And rescued me
Reduced my fear
Stripped my pain
Extracted all anxiety
Trinquer à clink eh?
Fancy a wink nay?
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Death the red the red
So said the bells
Ringing ting-a-ling-ling
We drink until we’re dead
© GÄ
Poétique 