Red Leaves - Tom Verlaine

We shuffled our faces

laughing like fish.

Really flip flappin'

We had not a wish.

You said, «Look, the ceiling’s down,»

You said it five times

with that beautiful frown

Red leaves whirling

across my lawn

I see you weaving.

What dost thou sew?

You look at the floor.

You say, «I really don’t know»

I asked my darlin'

why she talks so slow.

She said, «It's the mud above

and the stars below.»