Central Booking
John Vanderslice
I got your letter with a stamp of Godard
I’ll never open it, I know how dead we are
Splotches of ink
Are not tears, they’re not blood
And hope of a K1
Is not physical love
The whole mess
Could sink me again
You say in Corvisart
I’ll stay in bed
Looks like the CIS
Has won once again
The smaller and weaker
Use words to survive
Words are not currency
When you arrive
On overstayed visas
And cancelled requests
I’ve got a D.I.A.
You’ve got an arrest
The whole mess
Could sink me again
Held up at Kennedy
Sent back to de Gaulle
Looks like September
Has won once again
