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and everything in between.
that moth outside my kitchen door
shes bonkers for the rainbows
flashing on the walls and floor
from my grandma on my ring
from slime to diamonds
and everything in between
i burn dinosaurs in my car
to get me from here to there
i make jewellery from my ansestors, to keep them close to me
no matter what they wanted for themsleves.
im tired, this dry dusty voice
whispers in my head
im tired, let me rest
as quiet as fluttering moth wings on the kitchen door
i bat it aside,
for i know best
i know whats best in this world
i always have
burning dinosaurs and trees
to keep me warm and moving
you gotta keep warm
you gotta keep moving
those who have gone before
will surely understand.
from slime to diamonds
and everything in between
i sleep in someone elses bed.
when i moved into this house, the previous tenant had left her bed here.
i didnt have one, it all worked out fine.
i sleep in someone elses bed.
she got it from a friend of hers
so she used to sleep in someone elses bed too.
noone owns their bed anymore.
my friend he sleeps on his grandmas couch
she sleep with the worms or the fishes
my ansestors all slumber around my finger
i will give this ring to my daughters to wear for their wedding
thats a lot of responsibilty to wear
what happens if it fell in the toliet?
what happens if you lost your grandpa?
i drive someone elses car
and the car before that was someone elses too
the car before that was someone elses mums
and the car before that was my sisters.
the bed before this one was his, not mine
and the bed before that one came from a dead woman
i wonder now if she died in it.
the bed before that was someone elses parents
the bed before that is lost in the mists of time
the midst of time
someone elses bed, someone elses car
i buy my clothes from charity shops
i am covered in someone elses clothes
this computer was stolen while the ship went down
i dont even know where this chair came from.
there are sounds downstairs that are not mine
this television was someone's nanny, a family heirloom if you will
there are a pair of white_cotton_panites hanging from a coathanger on the back of the bedroom door
i bought those from a supermarket.
i'll never wear them.
so the only thing i own that i can see
the only thing i own that wasnt owned by someone else before me
or is still owned by someone else
isa pair of knickers i'll never wear.
i wonder what that says about me.
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