Lucy "the cool one" was saying nothing
sitting on the stairs
and the moving company boys to hurry up
were treating her badly.
"And again I'm changing home" sang from the radio
the voice of a friend of mine.
Oh, how I understand you, but who's changing something
here is me.
And my loves came out of drawers
and tin boxes
Some on a car, others just in a t-shirt;
and ran away, down those stairs away,
each alone and on board of his photo
moving houses.
Lucy "the untoward" didn't help me -
in front of the mirror she studied herself
the curve of her hips, those tired cells,
her manly appetite, sure, so weird
if it hadn't been consistent with the wrinkles
of her hand.
And the moving company boys had made good time
to pull out my loves from drawers,
and from tin boxes.
Some on a car, others just in a t-shirt;
my loves away
down those stairs away,
each clutching again to his photo...
moving houses.