That was some stupid kid

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid
in your school who
tried to reduce herself to a Mosaic,
but instead got absorbed
in the mechanics of a brick wall.
All the anniversaries and birthdays
she had to attend,
then her own funeral.

Whilst you were learning,
we were wrapped around her lungs
in the smokey lounge,
where your teachers come up mighty
short by that love machine
near the entrance.
What if a blast of light
from yon window hit then?

Sorry that childhood ends
in the discovery of a map
that shows you greatness at the curly
ends of so many tributaries.
But I've killed that crow for you,
over railroad ties and thorns
went the way they they dragged me,
all about your pillow.

[Idi ta]

That is some stupid kid
in our school who tries

to reduce herself to a Mosaic,

instead to be absorbed
in the mechanics of the brick wall.

The anniversaries and birthdays
she has to attend in
straight rows to her own funeral.

Whilst you are learning things
we wrap her lungs in a hurry,
in the smokey teacher's lounge.

Your teacher comes up mighty
short on the love machine
by the entrance.

What if a blast of light

from yon window hits us now?

I'm sorry childhood ends
in discovery, maps
that show you greatness

at the curly ends
of so many tributaries.

When I kill their crow,

over railroad ties and thorns

goes the way they
drag me, all around your pillow.

[Idi ta]

That is some stupid kid

at school who tried

to reduce herself to a Mosaic,
instead to be absorbed

by the mechanics of a brick wall.

The anniversaries and birthdays
she had to attend
in a straight row to her funeral.
Whilst you learned,
they wrapped her lungs
in a hurry.

Childhood ends,
at the discovery of maps
that show greatness
coming from the curly ends
of many tributaries.

I kill the crow. Over and under
railroad ties and thorns
goes the way I am dragged
all about your pillow.

[Idi ta]

That was some stupid kid

at your school who tried
to reduce herself to a mosaic,
instead to be absorbed
by the mechanical aspect

of a brick wall.

The anniversaries and birthdays

that she had to attend

in a straight row
to her funeral.

And whilst you were learning,
her teachers wrapped up

her lungs in a hurry.

Childhood ends at the discovery
of a map that shows greatness
comes from the curly ends
of too many tributaries
to comprehend.

I will kill the crow. Over and under
the railroad ties and thorns
goes the way it drags me
all about your pillow.