Hors D'oeuvres – MADE IN HEIGHTS Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet Post-December hors d'oeuvres in cold apartments Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet
[00:05.70]Hors D'oeuvres – MADE IN HEIGHTS [00:19.02]Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet [00:19.96]Post-December hors d'oeuvres in cold apartments [00:29.90]Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing [00:35.94]We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling [00:38.47]Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed [00:41.37]Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding [00:42.67]Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it [00:45.98]Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet
