A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And A Necklace

Alright

'So long, everything' he shouted

Then he ran next door to mar... (margot's) margot's house

'I'm moving' he said

'Where?' asked margot

'Two weeks away', 'two weeks away?' he said mitchell

'Where is that' asked margot

'It's everywhere I will be after

I walk for two weeks' said mitchell

'I have lived in the (same place) same place for a

Long time. It is time for me to go some

Place ease else.'

'No' said margot, 'you have only lived

Next door for fifteen years.'

'Sixteen' said mitchell

'Fifteen, six, (what's the difference) what's the difference?'

Said margot I want you to stay next door forever

'I can't' said mitchell. 'I do not want to

Go wake up in the same old bedroom and

Eat breakfast in the same old kitchen

Every every room in my house is the same old

Room because I have been there too long.'

You turn on a spindle

You're so much looser now but you're not explaining how you've gained such new repose

I touch the clasp of your locket

With its picture held, some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck

So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide Solids changing into light with a burst of heat so bright

Well fine don't you do what I want you to

Don't degrade yourself the way that I do

Because you don't depend upon all the shit

That I use to make my moods improve

'And you look at me and think 'same old

Face, same old tail, same old scale, same

Old walk, same old talk' said margot

'No' said mitchell, 'I like your face, tail

Scale, walk and talk.'

'I like you.'

'I like you too' said mitchell. he walked

To the door 'I must pack' he said

Near a sea of pianos, there were waves

Of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar

And there were girls bringing water

Like a dream they came to cool the fever of my brain and soothe my burning throat

And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets and placed it round my neck

They were singing don't you do what

You've wanted to, don't destroy yourself

Like those cowards do

Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it's gotten used to you and your constant need for proof