Andrew Bird: The Water Jet Cilice

photo by bahar

i knew this one girl
drowned in her own curls
candy colored swirls
that never seemed to end

i could not comprehend
half what she said to me
so casually
all our tender ears would bend

tales of ritual self-torture
she's making you abort your
carefully laid plans
to make a final stand
rest the world to hand
scoreless victory for serendipity