SKETCHES
(Michael Mazzarella)

Staging in the bitter gulf contains enough
Water dark and plenty of remains of love
Speak the speech of alibiers
Speak the speech of loss

Watching from the cellar floor it's cool no more
Sulking in the stinging sand I miss your hand
Speak the speech of alibiers
Speak the speech of loss

It's cool it's up

Reading from the sketching skies I fantasize
Drawings from the Renaissance you pose but once

Whisper to the angry tide the villified
Never seek a hiding place they spite their face
Speak the speech of alibiers
Speak the speech of loss

It's cool it's up
It's cool it's up
It's cool