There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
In this household there’s far too much noise!...your mobile, your pager, your palmtop, your laptop, your desktop, your land-line, your radio, your plasma screen, your mp3, your screw driver, your GPS, your audio-books, your lawn-mower, your toothbrush, your stereo, your play-station, your VCR, your hair-dryer, your pod-casts, your DVD player, your digital clock, your analogue clock, your juicer, my vibrator, your drill...
what is this tip toe dance I’m doing
around a purple room
without me moving a limb?
this pursing of lips and
imaginary fingers catching their kiss
at the other end
évadons-nous à trois jours de nos rêves
dans une autre réalité
dans ce royaume des bons sauvages
où les batailles insolites
portent encore le nom de bonheur
évadons-nous à trois jours de nos rêves
là où il n’y a rien
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