Paper Soul With Lauryn Hill

Tonight with you
decorating the lounge
taking ages

we listen to Lauryn Hill
on the dusty
paint flecked
special radio

it was once my old mans
seen many rooms
he was a builder

we use it
only for days
like these

it has valves

so has Miss Hill

the snare
and harmonies
have you swaying

laughing on the ladders
as you line walls
with patience
and paste

you in a beautiful arc

Lauryn hollers
tough sweet love

boy this girl
can sing

a notion
of emotion
just like
Aretha Franklin

these splinters of funk
sweep gods music
to form soul paper

it's caressing you
to the end of the day

my dad liked
the shipping forcast
and the racing