Sunday, 22 September 2013

Domestic drear

Bailing out a sinking ship
Running aground seems easiest

Treading around in salty streams
Throwing a line to drowning dreams

7 O'Clock is a dog's ragdoll
Her face is calm but she's lost control

Everyone's home but no lights are on
You can't force a fire when the spark is gone

Wind in the billows: smoke everywhere
Now the lights are on, but there's nobody there

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