I Can’t Speak Icelandic
He came over to my yard,
A solo man in life.
He sat there without much,
His polo shirt too big.
He confessed, “This is how it should be.”
This is it, this is all.
Recoiling with some sweetness,
He asked me to sing to him.
I fell far down to my knees
As he left a staple on my heart.
Icelandic is Difficult to Pronounce
Boat, we’re going down with you.
Trust me.
Consent across these lines.
A heart flat-lined.
You’re in flight now,
As this mirror gives nothing but lust.
Pepper it with fear,
We move to this plain tune.
Soon we’ll sleep, and soon we’ll rise.
But there are big things, big things, all the way through.
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