Up in the attic with only my
cat and my notebook.
And my limerences.
cat and my notebook.
And my limerences.
Without the tongue to taunt a
fly,
uploading memories with a skyhook
up in the attic with only the
uploading memories with a skyhook
up in the attic with only the
glow of my own bright limbs to
see by,
I take a patient look
at things up near the window of my amorances.
I take a patient look
at things up near the window of my amorances.
It’s never that I cannot tell a lie,
just that I got lost in the playbook,
so I’m up in the attic in my
just that I got lost in the playbook,
so I’m up in the attic in my
Child's Pose, bum-over-
feet, forsaking and forsook
by all acquaintances,
looking for a star to glimpse you by,feet, forsaking and forsook
by all acquaintances,
love neither mistaking nor mistook
up in the attic, only me
and my cat. And my limerences.
