You'd sing too
if you found yourself
in a place like this
You wouldn't worry about
whether you were as good
as Ray Charles or Edith Piaf
You'd sing
You'd sing
not for yourself
but to make a self
out of the old food
rotting in the astral bowel
and the loveless thud
of your own breathing
You'd become a singer
faster than it takes
to hate a rival's charm
and you'd sing, darling
you'd sing too
I am one quarter of Poppy and The Jezebels.
We are all creatures distressed by plans, structure and routine.
Nan Goldin ♥
There is always a place for the girl who was born in the womb of a daydream nation... ♥♥♥
