​la lettre Patricia Taxxon

In my glass palace I can breathe
Caress the mid-sized pile of granite stones I placed beside me
In my glass palace I’m at peace
Glance across the garden air, the window shut, so help me

I have the whole world on her back
Or at least that’s how it feels when breaking headlines are my soundtrack
I see my city turning black
We grew one palace for each patron of the new class

Je suis pianiste, pas poète. J’ai désolé
Do you know what I mean? I’ll admit, I can be difficult to understand
Is anybody out there? Will anybody harken to me
I’ll let anybody sit down, sit down, If you listen carefully

Now if I said

“Pull the lace a little tighter, man”
Would you take me by the ankles with your spiderhands
And if I’m ever out of turn
Hold me down and tell me “Darling, not another word”

If I said
“I could do this for you anyday”
Would you vow to keep me docile and dependant on your say
And if I ever scream for more
Strike my body like your dad’s a fucking minotaur