Still Life

(Still Life) Aphrodisia

There’s a dent upon the pillow where you lay

An aphrodisia by Faberge

There’s a panty hose that’s laddered on the chair

And the biting chill of winter in the air

 

There are silver cobwebs dancing in the sun

Faded jeans with stitches that have run

There’s a print of Van Gogh hanging in the hall

And flaking paint that’s peeling off the wall

 

There’s a silver thread of morning in the air

There are footsteps without courage on the stair

There’s a shadow fading slowly in the sun

There is mercy in the barrel of a gun

 

Whistle

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