DCC: Deiss Composition Collection

Head on the pillow.

In front of the sink.

Slipping on little black boots.

Driving away, singing a song.

Someplace dark

Walking quickly

Pretending not to hear

Them call her faggot.

And I’m not there

To fight them off

As if I could defend 

Everything I love. 

And my heart is also in California

With my old roommate

And beating in the chests

Of both my sisters and my dog,

And walks down the street 

And doesn’t always look both ways

And sometimes forgets

To lock the doors at night. 

Oh heart, why do you multiply 

So carelessly?

Sometimes I think one man

Should only have one heart.

Felix Deiss