Today I Found A Baby's Glove
Lying On The Drainage Board So Still
Yesterday A Leather Glove From The Slim Hand Of A Woman
The Next Time I Saw One It Was Lying Half Frozen And Twisted On The Kerb..and I...
Now I Have My Own Private Collection
All Lined In Rows When You Open Up The Wardrobe Doors
Now I Have No Room For My Obsession
Lined Up And Labelled In Neat Little Packets
The Next Time I Saw One It Stuck Inside My Head And Became All That I Could Think About
I'll Think Twice Before I Pick It Up This Time
Since I Thought About What It Had Done And Where It Had Been And Who It Had Belonged To
And I'll Twice Before I Pick It Up This Time
I Thought About Who It Might Have Done And Where It Had Come From And What It Might Have Belonged To
The Next Time I Saw One I Had That Itching Sensation
But My Hands Stayed By My Sides And I Couldn't Take It
And Through Wax Seals And Padlocks...
A Hand Through My Ribcage
Past The Choking I Saw Palms And Fingers Grasping Shoulders...collarbone...crushing
I Imagined Myself Hacking Desperately At A Sea Of Appendages,
Forward And Right, Freeing Myself Like A Butcher,
Feeling The Mash Of Bone And Sinew Running Slowly Down The Front Of My Body...
And I Couldn't Take It Any More, I Said, I've Got To Go, I've Got To Get Out Of Here,
And I Ran Down The Street, I've Got To Get Out Of Here, I've Got To Go..