Bone Spoon 1_19_2026

Wickedjohnandthedevil

I come up to the surface
And take a breath on my return
Crystal waters on the surface
Light gets swallowed down below

And it’s the same way with my feelings
About you they stay much the same
Twenty years wrapped up in paper
Tied it up and wrote my little name

And I know it’s my purpose
But I can’t recall half the plans

Apologizing so profusely
Like I could somehow make amends

Brittle bone spoon hits the table
Arresting light green caviar
No one likes to lick the turnstile
No one cries when crying’s done

And to think that she is family
And they never spoke a word

I would give all my incantations
I would say speak some gentle words

I know time can pass us by but goddamn it still takes a while