Here's another:
Opening Fortune Cookies Alone After Happy General Dinner for Two
Your plate is empty, but you are not full
Hunger is the silence of a crowded room
The moths fill your pockets with holes
The blinds shake in the windows across the street
He will watch you from the closet
She will pretend to be asleep
Let the blood wash away your hate
Opening Fortune Cookies Alone After Happy General Dinner for Two
Your plate is empty, but you are not full
Hunger is the silence of a crowded room
The moths fill your pockets with holes
The blinds shake in the windows across the street
He will watch you from the closet
She will pretend to be asleep
Let the blood wash away your hate
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
