Here it is (green green grass)

by Brendan Bonsack

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Here is a window
and here is the light
Here gathered are the things
that she stole in the dead of night

Here is an angel
in a shiny black coat
Her eyes say I'm falling
and her smile says I won't

And here is your old neck
strung up by the hairs
That stand to attention
whenever she comes near

Here it is, here it is
Smoke in your fingernails
Name in a tree
Shards of green green grass
Saying please, please, please
Yes, please

Here are your causes
and here are your effects
They drip drip drip from your hands
like weeds through a fence

And here is your angel
bearing nails and buried screws
And five cent bits and paperclips
as if they were meant for you


Here it is, here it is
Smoke in your fingernails
Name in a tree
Shards of green green grass
Saying please, please, please
Yes, please

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Additional backing vocals by Chrissy Misso (archive)
Image adapted from a photograph by Marion BELLET

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Brendan Bonsack

Brendan Bonsack is a poet and songwriter from Melbourne, Australia. These are his own brand of folk and pop songs, described as poems with dance partners.

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