Cub Callaway and The Révolutionnaires - Caught Unawares

That waiting feeling then into loneliness
Embellished with the dried up bottoms of wells
Sucks of scorpion dimness
Of birdcage throats
And sets off to make a home

Clambering over the fuss and the dust
Starting with leaden feet
Camping in our shady spots
Tries to capture the body
Slumbering unawares

One gets uneasy
Like the clamour of embellishments
Echoing at the bottom of wells
And shakes into those things
Enjoying the body decline
Withering the self
Shakes against that swelling
Backed by the rising water

Were it a guest it would be expected to care
And go climbing with its lances
It keeps gnawing that waiting feeling
Bites into the body
Catching it unawares

Written by:
Nihat Ziyalan

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