Ain't it just the way it goes, hun

Another life, and all this that'll never be
all this elsewhere that gets the day done
the same old lines go round
and nothing happens

I want to write it all off
wish I'd gone straight to market

No matter what I take
it breaks me down –
the window smashes
rips the dream from under

How many times I watch you roll away
curl on my side
get stuck into sleep

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Her Name was Drucilla

She bit like Dracula
wanted loving
in back lanes
on beaches
kitchen tables
make a list

We lived on psilocybin
Tarot            LPs            Ephemerides
Watched actors play in the park

She liked to be tied up
set free            open road

All bio
No backbone

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