Quinter, 2.D.3, 300 words
A red-tipped bird with a dark bill… A red-tipped bird with a dark bill… Was sitting alone on my window sill… Was sitting alone on my window sill… I lured him in with some old bread… I lured him in with some old bread… And then I smashed his little head… And then I smashed her little head… Dust in the air is the same as light… Dust in the air is the same as light… I glide on a wing high above the night… I glide on a wing high above the night… On Suffolk heaths to raving madness… On Suffolk heaths to raving madness… Bury me in this promised land beneath a mattress… Bury me in this promised land beneath a mattress… Early on the dark encroached… Early on the dark encroached… Death… Death… Obligatory… Obligatory… Plural… Plural… Orbital… Orbital… Melancholy knots into the mirror… Melancholy knots into the mirror… Who am I then? Narcissus, but queerer… Who am I then? Narcissus, but queerer… Whatever grain… Whatever tain… Whatever mirrored breath… Whatever mirrored breath… I was not alone walking by the sea… I was not alone walking by the sea… A shadow cast, a phantom caressed me… A shadow cast, a phantom caressed me… But the one I thought was with me here… But the one I thought was with me here… Mocked my quest and disappeared… Mocked my quest and disappeared… Whatever grain… Whatever tain… This dirty, rotten life to be mixed up with death… This dirty, rotten life to be mixed up with death… Grab your rucksack and follow me… Grab your rucksack and follow me… It’s time to be a franchisee… It’s time to be a franchisee… Proud to be… Proud to be… Pale green… Pale green… Good green… Good green… So green… So green…
