Distinctive

So his mouth and his eyes and his very poor arm
I wonder how looking around he must see
Crawling under the carpet at night when the wind blows
And it blows and is grey
Furious

Let's all play

A finger and a toe and he has hair, white
And he has, made of plastic
Just like gold
Said to pray
Then a bird flew right into the window

We shall lay

Her father was a pianist and her mother
and then a disease
itsjustlikepoppiesinjuly
black in the middle

I started to say

The path is very steep
Tiny trees scratching unbearable legs
The sky distinctively blue
Red and blue, dark and very very heavy

No one wants to sleep down in the lowlands