Rear Window
They make love and they make coffee
I’ve seen both by the light in the hall
They share a cigarette under the moonlight
By the oyster-shell ashtray on the balcony wall
One takes the bins out, one does the cooking
She opens her mouth and a light comes on
I’ve seen both without ever looking
But the fridge is empty and her mother’s long gone
There’s a shoeless junkie and a faithless priest
Down in the street now after the fall
And for every rear window there’s a mirror that burns
A hole in the heart and the soul of it all
