Cressida

We're going nowhere, she doesn't want to moan, paints her face dead slow, she has stripped my bones, has an Italian home, doesn't care for show, says I'm sinking you know, different in New York, keeping up a cheerful tone, since our time in Rome, men with iphones, try to circle the domes, we are leaving Salerno, eat linquini and think of loans, it takes energy to tow, such a generous soul, if we have to go, make it with soul, ease the blow. around your lies has she got your number, is it in your creed, do you limit, that cliff edge wonder, beingg witness to your ease, a high heeled slumber, stones flowers pieces knowing not enough to see, would you tell her in sin, instead of the jib, something to be rid with someone like you, better face the doo doo, tired of this campaign, chickens breath like fish glue, especially on parade, go easy on the truth. across this shining bite, that warns of easy news, against the water's might, the Americas of circue. by mountains and ruins, lovers only hesitate she never left a family’s gate, but came here to sing, a woman who knows she's great, that beckons any time, next to me like a bride, around a constant why, the land within our sight, an old man and his wife, a voyage for the rate, set your almond eyes birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with the moon not present castigate, hope on a midnight wire, we are not alone in this lasting light, home provides no clue, God knows of your plight, don't try to collude, say your cards are marked, you're never that far, to stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, and a veil across your face don't send me to Mars, from where you perorate.