Lapochka

                                  How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?



How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?



The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth

The dust I kick of animus shatters



Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow

And in your suppression tastes sulfur



Hear the children say

(Inexpressible innocence)



How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?



How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?



As suddenly your avalanche

Reverses my polarity



And secretly come Sunday morning

Standing at the pulpit to an empty room



Hear the children say

(Inexpressible innocence)



Tear of mended sails



How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the mountains of avarice turn blue



How long must I wait

How long must I wait

Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?



The drowning water you drink, passed on by birth

I’m no longer willing to give you control