Wouldworking

"Tu sei un burattino, e ciò che è peggio è che si dispone di una testa di legno".

I just knew you brought me up
I did not notice there were strings

He is in love 28th you
Then I knew there were
I thought I was a kite

But this string is just

The tail I chase
When I said I thought I could fly
My nose grew a little more

But it only happens 

When I tell the truth

The trail just gets longer
Funny how when you told me
you were Geppetto
Your face didn't flinch a bit

I wonder if you would ever

Read me some

Szymborska

Writtenrighthanded

Just leave your favorite story

On the kitchen counter after tea

It beats the hell out of 

The opinions of the bystanders

Byzantium by default 

But I have met you before
Карло

I could brine my heart

29th the salt in this wooden dream
Craftsman architecture is common
In these neighborhoods

I wonder if you would ask me my sign
But not in the contraction of my brow
I am singing to crickets
in the yard
Like pine blocks do when they pine
I know you thought it was Alice
in wonderland
I always acted so brothers grimm
But that was no fairytale
for Collodi
Tolstoy either
He knew
Fairytales are all needsfinding

Women live the poetry

That mens heart's struggle to write

And I won't ask you to respond

Because all you have to do is breathe

Bukowski needed a black bird
Burratino needed food and shelter
Even if Tolstoy blurred the details
in the original he was hanged
For his innumerable faults

I'm cracked as they come
Like a kite tangled in it's cord

But that's how the light gets in, right?
Like me tangled in these words
I think of me tangled in your sheets
A tangled parachute
Or how this just all got root bound
that brings the metaphor
out of the clouds
So I can at least bury the damn thing like they did the wooden boy
in the first version
But whether it's a blue bird in a play you chase
Or a blue fairy that turns you into a real boy
a bit of foolishness
That turns into a story
That ends differently
Dependent on the listener

Great song