I've been drinking all the time,
I've been poisoning my wine,
take a pill to send me off to sleep.

And I've been spinning you a line,
whilst bawling out my eyes,
the grain is fast becoming
a desert-island heap.

There's a mantra in the ground,
lay your ear to the quick-sand crowd,

to hear all commonalities
expressed in forms of symmetry,

expressed in half-formal letters,
in aboriginal dance,
in the fated glance of
a bus-stop stranger;
a romance of happenstance.

Through a discourse with my loss,
I feel that finally I have won:
I just want to feel happiness for once.