Painting the cordoned house
I found your favourite towel
Saved it, passed it round
A small thing, palm of the hand

Even in a sentence fork it out
Tell me why you can’t not let me down
I ‘admire you’
Quietly
Even in your heaven we’d be trying
A kinda sliding door, I feel you now
Thinking why you
Why me?

Mailing
Porcelain tiles
I scraped in
The chorus lines
Lately
It’s pouring down
Erasing
All the files

You can lay the table for me now
Or you can take your garbage and get out
It’s on you
Fine by me
You can quit your habits for a while
You can stop explaining all thе time
I’m tired too
Just quietly
Simon, can you hеar me?
Simon, can you?
Simon, can you hear me calling?
Calling
‘Simon, are you weary?’
Chime in! Are you?
Simon, can you leave me?
I’m stalling