Bells Bells Bells
day snuck up
before I could shut
the big light down
and in this land
where church bells
crack cold mornings
I am caught
on a day in a place
I am not prepared to face
oh well
this place
won't miss this face
if it rolls over
until the bars open
the night can bathe me
in sweet silky dreams
tuck me in its warm soft love
and cover me with stars
when its turn comes
I'll be easy
but this day
another cafe
coffee and cake
a walk along the Rhine
church bells
morning, noon and night
why
they don't toll the hour
clock tower's easy to read
they just remind me
of what I am unconvinced
wonder what the bishop
living with them hears
you are stuck in a routine
from which you'll never be free
for which, he (not she) probably
is thankful
day will never sneak up
on him (not her)
and those bells...
you know
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