We lay the broken flowers at our feet
Underneath the falling sun
Dreaming of sepsis
Hearing the blankness of truth
Drying out
Someone is standing where I should be
She swallowed bottle tops
Marshmallow and skin on the floor
We swallow both
I carry myself around
On a neat little platter of sodden gauze
It's nearly all gone now
We have to start again
It’s all so very boring
A bad tradition
Marching us through time
You can't drop blood
It spills
What kind of woman did we create Alice
A monster
Untamed
Unloved
Unkind
Consumed by an architecture of customs
She no longer understands
Do you remember life
Did we have it
Have we wandered too far to know
How should I know
I’m just a dream remember
She trembles and shakes
This glitter is good
It sparkles through our mind
The strip stripped strip lights
Of our strange city
I will never forget that room
Where I could not hold you
Someone else is standing where I should be
Rice
Washing up liquid
Dumb bells
Hanging out the new bag
Are we one
Or separate
Fixed or filled or patched
Drooling at the high table
Never happens anymore
The building is very concrete
But I still fall through the floor
We lay the broken flowers at our feet
Underneath the falling sun
Dreaming of sepsis
Hearing the blankness of truth
Drying out.
