Why I Like Babies

A cat, or baby called... I smoked a cigarette and let the shadows fall. I've got to leave here soon because it's always winter in this sunny room when you're gone. Even when I'm black and blue you say I'm beautiful, and I feel beautiful.

Sometimes I talk too much - the words drift down but only shut you up. But words don't matter much when you've got guts, and promise and a better haircut. And though I'm sunk, I'm happy in your car - the way the engine purrs would crack an iron heart.

But all the things I need are aching miles ahead of me. I know it's Christmas soon, but baby... I don't feel too good.

And so I'll save my breath, I'll watch with tired eyes as you seduce yourself. And if it's all the same I think I'll take the floor and let you take the blame because I won't... when everybody else is wrong and I've an ache from lapping with a tiger tongue.


 
 

Tenement detail by Alice Duncan