Cartoon Death

i can hear you at the back door
with your mess of keys
there’s that watchdog
smiling eyes shine
cold nose on hot knees
before you go and die your cartoon death
your flesh and blood breath burns
and you don’t see the piano come down
no you don’t hear that terrible sound
you step over sleeping forms
and you’re trespassing
you find my shadow just by listening
to the patient room
before you go and die your cartoon death
your flesh and blood breath burns
and you don’t see the piano come down
no you don’t hear that terrible sound