Pistachio
Click to viewSit down, and fire away. I know it's tricky when you're feeling low,
when you feel like your flavour has gone
the way of a pre-shelled pistachio.
I know you're weighed down, fed up with your heavy boots
laced with melancholy notions all your own.
I do- like sugar- tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun
and I know my demeanour has gone
the way of a photo left out in the sun,
so I try to keep myself in lilies and flax seeds
and what a folly, fooling just yourself.
Sit down and smoke away, I wouldn't knock it til you're in them shoes,
and I know that our subtlety blows away as a blush it gives way to a bruise,
but seemly we'd freely pay the trade off,
a dry rot to take the weight off
and swap the boots for red shoes.
- Lisa Hannigan