Rainy Tuesday

Rainy Tuesday by Boris Buhot as performed on the album 1041 as United Truce

Sneaky tricky crafty weasel, schizophrenic bits of lethal, poisons in a bottle marked beware

Metal eyeballs razor gleaming, malicious observation steaming, adoring what lay wasted and bare.

Fondled nightmares relishing remorse, has a stick with sin spike teeth, contemplating shadows to be cast.

Cobwebs dissolve in its breath, it’s fingers poke in baby’s heads, clear images with actions of despair.

 

Sensing how the day goes by, and knowing that my world can’t die, trying to prevent disaster, stranded on a Rainy Tuesday

 

Dew drop petals, challenging silence, on a coarse for pure enlightenment, Sitting listless waving in the air.

Doesn’t know what day it is, or how long it will stay like this, not amused with idle affairs

Deep in debt it’s roots lay burrowed, moist nutrients get inside what it doesn’t know it doesn’t care.

Being here in the day as sun and cloud make it sway, tricking us in the ease with which it flairs.

 

Sensing how the day goes by, and knowing that my world can’t die, trying to prevent disaster, stranded on a Rainy Tuesday

Ripping away at wet paper bags

Scratching through concrete, nails and leather

Making a break from a wall of water

Crashing and lashing it’s way to my door

 

Silly spoiled vengeful coiled serpent from a murderous toil, stirring troubled waking from your lair.

Fussing dressing, smoke caressing, checking vainly, consuming insanely, searching to destroy what is still there.

Oh Stop it, damn it, get your minds in, whatever it takes to get out of your shoes you useless displacer of air.

Well One day soon you will regret, ashamed of what you could have kept, when you step on my petals so fair.

 

Sensing how the day goes by, and knowing that my world can’t die, trying to prevent disaster, stranded on a Rainy Tuesday

Ripping away at wet paper bags

Clawing through concrete, nails and leather

Making a break from a wall of water

Crashing and lashing it’s way to my door

Door, My door, my door, my door, my doooooooooooooor

 

Written by Boris Buhot, Socan 2008, CIPO

 

Author: Boris

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