In the house where you were born - an icon, stained with jade. I asked its provenance, but you could not recall. And in the ensuing hours you seemed oddly disturbed - later on, lying supine beside me, breath fast like a tiny bird, I could not think what it was you had heard.

In the house where you were born, old Esther came to stay. I asked her provenance, but you could not recall. And in the ensuing months and years I would sometimes care to find you framed, embraced, in the doorway, just like I wasn’t there. 

In a way it would be rude not to stare.

In the house where you were born

Zoot Zoot

Biarritz

you lifted the latch and you slid down the drain
I just watched you go admiringly
We made the easiest of getaways
The flics didn’t know who to look for
I looked up at the passing trees
I looked down at the bloody floor
It’s too easy too easy too easy too easy I guess

You tipped the café girl quite handsomely
I asked if we could have a second champagne
But we had places that we had to be
A safe house deep in the Ardennes 
We changed our names and changed our faces
I think about our old names now and then 
It’s too easy too easy too easy too easy I guess

C*L*U*E*S

CLUES