Barbara next door

 Barbara there´s a hole in the hedge
there´s a curl too many in your hair
in your accent, Thomas left too early
Were you listening to the screech of the night train
The only noise on the silent landscape
Barbara do you think you could get another dog to feign normalcy
garage past a lost piece of you

Long jackets for june´s brisk walk to town
Do you long for the english way among us the lost
pretending to wear face masks, massage vowels with the natives
Unable to offer the scaffolding for such heavy outrage
A naked demon certainly outshines a million well dressed angels


What has the sappy township reduced you to
smokey cloudy afternoon not cold enough to stoke the fire
Not warm enough to feel comfort in your bones
Gossip bounces up around in there, like a rat high and bent off pink bats
What did they make you into and why would you play their convenient games

You could spend your beautiful life measuring the grass and selecting the perfect day
to cut it 3 centimeters shorter, snug british jacket
Soft cozy house life can only take you so far
Somewhere I strangely long to see you again you lost library
Did you leave us like an orchid shying into itself

Did you leave us like the falling petals of the mad front yard pink magnolia
Your strange expression echoing off into the valley air
A piece of us, a piece of you
a wedge the size of an ocean left to wonder
who was this next door