No Poetry
"There's no poetry between us"Said the paper to the penSomething's burning in the atticThat her tongue will not defendThrough the arc of conversationPast the teeth behind the smileDown the miracle mileTo the bottom of the ladderPaint your eyes and hide the tattersWhat's the matter baby?Could we go downtownTo the middle of the world?You were always such a pretty girlAnd you told me I was beautiful"There's no poetry between us"Said the paper to the pen"And I get nothing for my troubleBut the ink beneath my skin"If your clothes are getting wearyAnd your soul's gone out of styleBlame the miracle mileAnd the bottom of the ladderPaint your eyes and hide the tattersWhat's the matter baby?...I'm coming too