Dwight

Bookstores that take in cats, how beautiful is this? As beautiful as the Swiss or oceanic abyss As beautiful as a kiss near a prostitute's hips You fall in love with and move to the shore by the ships A new life, a beautiful new wife, assorted pasts of sorts As beautiful as a Porsche, as beautiful as learning Norse As beautiful as a bookstore that'll take in a horse A wonderful new pad, a beautiful new job, beautiful bay windows The perfect route to jog A bigger kitchen Dinner parties and less tension Endless possibilities, disputes handled civilly Getting to know the wife, the excitement of living in Dwight Neighbours are great, the aromas 'cause the neighbours bake Until 'oh-oh!', something smells fishy The upcoming years cause quite the tizzy The drive down is quicker, the way back is longer Is this killing us, 'cause it's making us somber? Blinds always closed, this Byzantine ode Beautiful kitchen once, suitcases on the stove We used to take baths in lakes on the ocean floor Beautiful French artistry, a detailed door What happened to bookstores that would take in a boar Beautiful bay windows drawn closed, Eleanor You're sleeping outside All our friends died Our beautiful new apartment Turned into a dive We used to speak Norse and pluck hairs from each other's chest Now I walk over you in the morning on the back steps No goodnight No more trots to and from the docks No more window shopping for books or boutique clocks But I do remember the oceanic abyss As beautiful as a kiss, as beautiful as the Swiss No goodnight No goodnight No goodnight No goodnight No goodnight No goodnight This Byzantine ode was hard to write