Jo

from Casper by Mate

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lyrics

"Jo"

She’s defenseless
to the lucid limbo
of tablet lull
Abiding to her minds white gates
Feeling the dream world walls
with animated R.E.M
and lag lip mummers
Touch
to wake
Skin shudders a bone scape

What’s funny to a dying woman?

Adjust adjust adjust
i just can’t
say
Sad knowledge of dependence
in the oak
Barks and cackles in a straight jacket of invasive smog
The rush
Rush through temple flushed

What’s funny to a dying woman?

A subtle panic
in her island eyes
Don’t dare give in
Rock a bye jo
Shipped side to ride
Grandma’s irish stone
hands swell
and determin
That nowt is funny to a dying woman.

Death wins fight
Hair from grey to white
Flowers bow to molly
alone in the hurtz that
dirts black brogues
as hurt slaps vogue
Wet under bent brollys
old suits burst
Two tone prayer
Tone deaf verse
Hum a hymn for sins
Bin book then can’t look
at an old body boxed cold
Sags way down in the hole
of my heart wants
is a warm hand to hold
to talk at let her time unfold

Snap back to the bar
Theres whiskey in my lap
but it’s dry in the jar

As Danny’s boys play with toys
Suits seem as silly as
Tears.