Elementary is the language of the diamond
cut in lines of pure straight simple white
falling sends the stomach up the throat
terrifying how I'm letting go.
Leaving bands of gold and sparkling crystal
on the dresser by the king size bed
All the square brown closets lie here open
Half way full and I am halfway dead.
I have twenty dollars in my wallet
After I paid up the final bills
All my cash is flying out the open window
terrifying how I'm letting go.
Time to count the squares laid in the pavement
Open my guitar case on the curb
Play the song that never made me famous
About the way I used to think of her.
Elementary is the language of the tear drop
cut in lines of pure transparent glass
falling sends the stomach up the throat
terrifying how I'm letting go.
Samantha Jayne Frost
6/15/10
