Fountain - Démira

Poison in water

Fountains of money

In the cool waiting room of purgatory

There are chairs in beige and bottles of bleach

Trivial smells of suntan and peach

The brocade trays were filled with dark cherry

Praline, clean glassware, my lashes were heavy

With profound diligence and treachery

Honey I’ll surrender if you leave me be

The only gunpoint on the balcony

My hands are up, my hands are up

For both of us

Apathy sleeps in the blocks of outstanding beauty

Our cold ornaments and the laundry baskets

We are heartless, living for silent laughter

And the power of a man

Contagious is my boyfriend

I fancy his glory and affluence

Affects me, I cheated on Jesus

With elegance and features of noblesse

Every idle evening

He pulls the sequins of my raiment

Trades my organs for indulgence

Palm trees and trouble

Tropical accidents

Exuberant we were

Splendorous angels of mid air

I was an unwelcome invitee

Declared unhealthy for heaven

Honey I’ll surrender if you leave me be

The only gunpoint on the balcony

My hands are up, my hands are up

For both of us