Pseudo Silk Kimono

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding

Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel joke

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides in the starless shutters of my eyes

The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred
A refugee, refugee

Safe in a sanctuary, safe