Hieroglyph

from Nightingale by Joe Bailey

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All is right and all is just in the current hour,
Just let me sleep and let me keep my appropriation,
The stars come out and the earth can taste so sweetly sour,
Rest my legs on the park bench of anticipation.

There's a plaque with forgotten names.

I don't know what I'm missing but the bull does not possess a pair of horns.
I don't know what I'm feeling but my ribs are full of semi precious thorns.

The standards need to reduplicate so they don't make sense.
What's right for you will be wrong for me but it doesn't matter.
The letters need to be written in the future tense,
What's right by me will be wrong by you, that's the final answer.

Read me like I'm a hieroglyph.

I'm speaking in a foreign tongue, but my mind is verbalising loud and clear.
My brain waves need compressing and my pupils make a chilling souvenir.

I have heard a haul of useless words,
I see an ocean filled with malice and deceit.
The covered tracks, the value added tax,
The sheer contempt drafted on a formal receipt.
I boil and freeze, I drag my broken knees,
I shed my tears for you to filter down the drain.
You're sitting still, on your pedestal,
And crush our souls and file down our brains.

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from Nightingale, released October 13, 2017
Trumpet solo created and performed by Charlotte Bailey

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