Chamomile - Slowly Slowly

You had it coming

Something for nothing

Shaky hands cup the water and chamomile leaves

You labelled the jars wrong

Complacent songs

Sour tongues sing along

Dust the skirting boards

Sweep the vinyl floors

Soak it up in a garden of chamomile my love

You’ve been working at your smile

Cold and mild

It ain’t worthwhile

Crushed by light, cold harsh and white

Seen from space in a garden of chamomile flowers

I’ll slip through the hole in your chest

Watch your stress

Wasps in a nest

Shoulders chipping

Call the cops in your head

They can shake down

Scare the thoughts out again

When your husband comes home he will turn in your bed

I heard the draws on the floor

And the downstairs door

We’re done for

Rip the leaves

Off the trees

Made to keep

Sounds in the homes full of holes

See the pink smoke out chimneys

From the gingerbread cities

Where the invites fall flat

Eyes glued to windows and ears stuck to speakers

Just to stay intact

Bad luck for black cats

Static shocks on the locks

I’ll keep you captive in cups of hot chamomile my love

Speak between sips, speak so soft

Your love is lost

But you’re not