Handle With Care (Poetry)

This Business of Art

A/N This poem is not entirely my creation as it is constructed using the titles of Tegan and Sara songs, I have put them together in a poem that makes absolutely no sense, although I am sure there is an actual storyline to it, I just haven't found it yet.

Under feet like ours

It’s hard to understand

This business of art

Co conspirators

In the theft of your heart

We stand in the shade of our trees

You welcome me home

Underwater city girl

Take me anywhere

Time running

Faster faster still

And I look at you

At your reflection in the window sill

And I wonder how someone like you

Could like someone like me

And darling

Can’t you see?

These clever meals we eat

Are just a sentimental tune

Of alligator tears

With a red belt wrapped around our wrists

We are infamous

In the Sainthood of our fears

But I'm back in your head

And we're calling it off

This marriage, I was married

Once upon a time

Oh what a relief, relief next to me

As you crawl between the sheets

Of our bed.

With your paperback head

Of broken up dreams

Oh, I'll fix you up

All nice and new

As you hop a plane

To Timbuktu

Oh, how I feel it in my bones

You're walking with a ghost

And in this love type thing

I just don't compare

I'm living this dream in a waking nightmare

Wondering where you are

Are you ten years ago?

Oh, I know I know I know

I won't be left

Please speak slow

I'm having trouble waking up

Without you next to me

Having trouble with the thought

That this is everything

I've got to give

And I feel the knife going in

Oh, dark come soon

I can feel the sentimental tune

The ocean

Time is running and I can't catch a break

I remember the clever meals that we ate

The days under our trees

Under feet like ours

So jealous, so jealous

In this business of art

It was a love type thing

But those things just don't last

And I was married once, back in the past

But now I'm in the bed

With your side all clean

Sheets folded up

Perfect and pristine

You were all you got

And I'm not with you

I'm in your heart

I'm in the trees

Come on, come on kids

And look and see

The terrible storm as it rains down upon me

Like O, like H

I just can't take

Another waking moment

Without you here

Because Here I am

Trying to understand

This so called

Business of art.