How great the view

How could you ever sleep again?

How do you sleep at all anyway?

The windows won’t wail

The walls won’t wail

The wisemen would not war your wars

You are alone

On your own.

And you should be one, not two nor three, it was never me, and you know it, you knew it, and they knew it too, I’d never tell, I’d cover for you, it’s true

But when I ask if we shall bask

Admire the fire at close quarters

You fake a frown, a Warhol clown

You send me down

Through the window pane.

You always say

You love to admire the instant

As a distant relative

Imagine the instance

From a great distance.

And I know you still do

‘Cause I’m watching you

But you can’t see me

I go in, I go out, the wires hissing

Trying to tell you

You never knew

How great the view

You’re missing.

You spitting pills

I spitting glass

You swallowing uppers

I swallowing splinters

Say, do you have a great view?

Do you have a great view from up there?

May 2011