Coma / Smoke

Where’d you go?

So I know

Decided I’m leaving

Somersault

I’ll dissolve

There’s no way of knowing

Oh, and I finally caught a coma

Oh and my irony forged an omen

Couldn’t hear your name

Couldn’t steer on my own

You had barely aged

Let it domino

In the evening

Had I said I’d postpone?

Sever all your limbs

Follow head over toes

Years ago

I coined the portmanteau

I tore the words you sewed

Thought that I would shape it

It’s all in the cadence

Hard enough to say at all

Further in a deeper haze

Oh I couldn’t steer on my own

Hardly had an even say

Had I even said I’d postpone?

Sister I know

Harder than most

When you’re bitter to the aura

She never spoke

The better of a woman

She was the colour of smoke

Go farther in the furrow, called it off

She was held in a choke

And the corners of the atlas

Seared, white as a tone

A murmur at the lighter

Sounds of naphtha

Burned harder than most