whitewash

I read about you in the evening Sun
You blew your head off in front of everyone
A witness said they heard your wife yell "Oh my Lord! Oh my Lord!"
Before she crumbled to the floor.

Another sight so vile it can't be ignored
A man lost his shirt down in Pimlico, Baltimore
Screaming to God about the bets that he hedged
He let out a sigh and stepped off of a ledge.

There are days when you just want to
paint it all over and start again.
And start again.

Promised to death but sentenced to live
This scar lets everyone know exactly what I did.
Destroy all I love and embrace what I hate
If I'm not home for supper, please don't save me a plate.

There are days when you just want to
paint it all over and start again.
And start again.

Maroon me on an island in the sea of me
You'll find I go gently, almost williingly.
I won't harbor anger or hold on to pain
And we can agree not to speak of this again.

There are days when you just want to
paint it all over and start again.
And start again.

(Red and violet and olive and cream
And cobalt and yellow and cyan and green
scarlet and purple and orange and maroon
And royal and indigo and ecru and blue)

end.

whitewash©2007 by frank caravella