Polly Paulusma

Perfect 4/4

Polly Paulusma


Wires fan before you, they draw you 
In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green 
Each cough rips through you, it wounds you 
And flatlines cry wolf on the screen 
If I could change the shapes of the waves 
They'd all be a perfect 4/4 
If I could exchange the sky for this cage 
You'd walk with me straight out the door 
You'd walk with me straight 
Needles slip in you, they pin you 
To whimpering, limping machines 
Night air surrounds you, it drowns you 
In billows and pillows and sheets 

If I could change the shapes of the waves 
They'd all be a perfect 4/4 
If I could exchange the sky for this cage 
You'd walk with me straight out the door 
You'de walk with me straight 

Wires fan before you 
They draw you 
In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green