Testo Bookends

Do you hear the rattling of hollow bones?
Birds! They make their homes in the trees above.

"As she went on, she was.." he went into details.
Once and once more, I scraped my fork.

The sun sets
The city slips WInter hatchests slash it
The house collapses
Reading, watching, and collecting
I got clera on the radio.

112 days stood the walking dead
Listless voices singing hymns.
I sing along while she responds
By playing flipbook with the photobooth strip
Standing like a gnomon
Measuring shadows in the evening light
Drip, drip, "rain, rain".
"Will we ever feel right again?"

The sun sets The city slips
WInter hatchests slash it
The house collapses
Reading, watching, and collecting
I got clera on the radio.
"Oh no, you dit-int."
But it began
You turned around
Some sunday someday and
We were standing, not moving
It was like this, it began
Like this:

Do you hear the rattling of hollow bones?
Birds! They make their homes in the trees above.
The sun sets
The city slips
WInter hatchests slash it
The house collapses
Reading, watching, and collecting
I got clera on the radio.
"Oh no, you dit-int."
But it began
You turned around
Some sunday someday and
We were standing, not moving
It was like this, it began
Like this:

"Who's got the muskets? The monkey's building caskets.' Said,
'Who's in? 'tih, you're a hooligan, you're a boook'n, you're
standling like a gnoman,' said, 'NO MAN! No man, you must be fookin' jokin' ' said, 'who is?' said, 'YOU is, 'n I'll soon show you
the bizniz!' said, naw man, naw man. Naw man no! Naw man
no. Nuh-uh uh uh no.' "