Her red dress frayed at the edges
like her nerves
her fingers tapped a lost beat
don't sweat it
but her fingers touched glistening drops of
liquid courage
borrowed like the lipstick staining the rim
keep a lid on it
heels loud against cement, echoing a rhythm
like rehearsed lines
the memories of which followed her coffee
and spilled
words eloquently falling in place, settling
like sugar on the bottom
hands stilled by their sweet murmurs
of her acceptance.

I see that you're struggling
I acknowledge your pain
One can't appreciate the sunshine
Without experiencing a little rain

I know you feel broken
As you count down seconds on the clock
Just know that when you need someone
I'll be your rock

Standing by you through the storms
Without pause I take on this task
You can cry, scream, or cuss me out
As we wait for them to pass

I understand that you're tired
But you mustn't stop fighting
When the darkness surrounds you
I'll shine a light, just keep climbing
  
You're not alone in your feelings
Though at times it may seem
We've all felt ourselves drowning,
Gasping, struggling to breathe

You are only human
You do what you can
Don't ever be ashamed
To need a helping hand

You're not without flaws
But that's indeed my favorite part
The realest person I've ever known;
A true work of art

Tarmac melting underfoot
Sehr gut
jawohl
mein herr

but Germany's not here
and I definitely
am not there

I'm just approaching blighty
tapping lightly on the door
there's no one in the house it seems
what did I come here for?

I could have gone to Mozambique
the place in Dylan's song
but I'm still tapping on the door
what's taking them so long?

Zanzibar is not that far
I could be there instead
or I could get in my car
and drive across
the oceans in my head.


I'm here
no beer
not *** of tea for me
I think the island's all closed down
and they've sailed over the sea.

Vermilion spread across
her forehead, like clouds
over the dusky sky,
Love perspired,
and frantically rained,
Her Earth quietly sighed.

The next station is where you want to go
I'm happy to know it

as far as I'm concerned the underground's a hit
but to be honest
I don't give a ****

some lady on the tannoy is saying,
' thank you for travelling on the Central line'
Well
darling
I don't have a choice

the Central line

****** if it's fine by me
packed in like livestock
we're just
cattle for the abattoir

are you getting me?
as far
as it goes
and who knows how far
that will be

the Central line
is
One more death of mine
I hold in abeyance

Catch me
In the next seance
You attend.