I don't like the Men I've met much,
In the way they dislike/hate us.
Why?
Too much Competion
Competition
Composition
Dogs and Cats
Are a lot
Healthier.

I never realised I was so
Naive
Until I stopped and counted my life in so many
Unfinished pictures
Like canvases that I 'd incompletely
Daubed, the perspectives so wrong
They almost looked right.
And I wished so hard I could be
Better and best
At this life in paints that could have been more
And could have been less.

Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
They fought all night with a cocaine rat.

She had cocaine hair on her cocaine head.
She had a cocaine dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, cocaine rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the cocaine blues they make me sad,
Oh the cocaine blues make me feel bad.

Lil went to a snow party one cold night,
And the way she sniffed was sure a fright.
There was Hophead Mag with Dopey Slim,
Kankakee Liz and Yen Shee Jim.

There was Morphine Sue and the Poppy Face Kid,
Climbed up snow ladders and down they skid;
There was the Stepladder Kit, a good six feet,
And the Sleigh-riding Sister who were hard to beat.

Along in the morning about half past three
They were all lit up like a Christmas tree;
Lil got home and started for bed,
Took another sniff and it knocked her dead.

They laid her out in her cocaine clothes:
She wore a snowbird hat with a crimson rose;
On her headstone you’ll find this refrain:
She died as she lived, sniffing cocaine

Life spirals and twists.
Like a vortex of water
Escaping it's inevitable
Demise.
To watch as nature
Twists this liquid force
In both and opposite directions
Is a puzzle and a conundrum
In one.
Do these lives of ours
Drain inexplicably and carry
The future strands as mysterious
As is the past to us now.

BEFORE

Long ago and misunderstood
I fell for a dream
That wouldn't let go.
Then I loosened my grasp
And jolted to earth,
But an earth
Made muddy
And soft with our tears.

— The End —