Gossip awakes, wanders through the creepers
Over million years old tinted glasses,…..
There is no place for tall and strong cinnamon trees
In her secret sunlit vault….
I know it is a lie, cruel lie
Yet she pretends to store yellow cakes for Uno bombers…
Oh, thieves,
descend; descend happily from greasy heavens,
All her doors are open in the silent noon,
Steal all her black swans for my golden bride….
I know Boston is still unfree
Yet she preaches liberty beyond her shore….
Oh, thieves,
Rainbows give birth to my mother’s tears,
Peacocks breed eternal pain in my ice-warped heart,
I know forest fire is a cruel joke
Yet it is too late to save her from her own vanity…
Gossip her only nostalgia,
Gossip her only virtue,
Gossip is her only true friend