Gloves

[Verse] Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board, so still Yesterday a leather glove From the slim fingered hand of a woman The next time I saw one It was lying half frozen And twisted on the herb And I couldn't take it Now I have my own private collection All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors Now I have no room for my obsession Lined up and labelled in neat little packets The next time I saw one It stuck inside my head And became all that I could think about And through wax seals and padlocks A hand through my ribcage Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping Shoulders. collarbone. crushing I imagined myself Hacking desperately at a sea of appendages Forward and right Freeing myself like a butcher Feeling the mash of bone and sinew Running slowly down the front of my body And I couldn't take it any more [Outro] I said, I've got to go I've got to get out of here I've got to go And I ran down the street I've got to go I've got to get out of here I've got to go