Testo Schrodingers Sparrow Laura Hocking
backseat, o i like the backseatso keep on driving away from the sun.
taxi, o ill call you my hired hand
but dont mind the meter
till we pull in.
and im cold as obsidian arrowheads and
im tired like a hinge
and the nights undeniable now
and there are people out in it in terrible jeopardy
or wadded and warm in domestic dreams
and they sleep
and they sleep
as one hand on the wheel, you are
turning the light on for me.
oysters dont grow on trees:
its a fact that means nothing, or next to nothing to me.
but down in the cloisters, i heard that youd seen
someone poisoning pigeons with oysters
and throwing their bones to the sea.
and i feel that im being deceived!
and im laid bare as a nail,
and i am desperately dragging my heels;
but the contracts a killer, its making my
edges unclear
and each time that we swerve
well its my nerves under your wheels.
so, backeat. yeah, i like that backseat
and you like driving, so i guess well be bonnie & clyde for now.
o but i panic, when im left to my own divising,
i fear that my mind is unkind
and my body is slowing you down.
and my hearts an obsidian elephant and
creaks like a hinge
and i am broad as a morning in spring.
i was born in an Anderson shelter on the
first full moon
and i am tight as a telephones ring.
i am BRIGHT like shrödingers sparrow and i am
poor as a nail
and im desperately dragging my heels.
and i try
and i try
and i try
but if ever i drive,
well youd better watch out for the wheels.
(i am cold as obsidian arrowheads and
tired like a hinge
and the nights undeniable now
and there are people out in it in terrible jeopardy
or wadded and warm in domestic dreams
and they sleep
and they sleep
and they sleep
as one hand on the wheel, you are
turning a light on for me.
