You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one!
Despatched me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised
and thinking about our honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together.
Crosslegged, floating down the river. We didn't need a boat-
us angels aren't afraid of water, are we? Are we?? I am,
now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk
to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyes;
the blood of suicides is dripping on all sides,
and I'm wondering if one of them could be you. YOU.....
Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you.
(She said, "no complications...I've been hurt too many times before
and each time, well it gets a little harder - I'll hurt you if you stay for more.
(she said....) She said: "it was different last night; You were a tiger on the prowl.
You had claws - but they snapped. You don't attract me now.
She said, "Don't bother phoning; I'd slam the receiver right down.
Well, I just want to be alone you know these days.....)
Somewhere someone's laughing.