Alex

Your house beyond the dunes, roses rise beneath the sky, death won’t bring you ruin, all chefs die intestate, fashioned dishes may lie, it’s better than the prostrate, even God is not immune, he takes each love aside, won't be duped, fire burns the oven grate, don't tell me how you cried, smoke rises from the hot plate, it isn't me but you, dying in the tide, don't you know you fool, with all your shades of blue, you left me hanging out to dry, all the lovers too, they come to say how are you, pillowed troubles slight, a laughing kitchen crew, debts gone from their eyes.