white blue black

listen...
what i've got to say
up to the lies
i've made up
for you..
would you sip them
right from my lips
listen...
i've got so many lies
the trees are dying
in front of
my silver stared window
listen...
it's all i've got
the clouds rained-out
into my hands
and the swings in my garden
have died
although it's you
who made them swing
it's me who makes them die
the raidnrops
whisper in the ductworks
they gossip
with black dirty lubricant
they finger my white unblamable
hands my dress
my white transparent face
they erase