Janis

Do you ever spare a thought, about our separation , he interrogates me at the door, you think it’s easy for me, avoiding drink's temptation, his chin is cast to the lee, full of trouble and fraught, his protesting eyes dilate dance like he’s been caught, for my part he feels, I'm from some other place, my upper rooms blown easterly, his blessed mother’s thorn, she would say don’t hesitate, drag her through the Court, like a wind blows viciously, she spreads unleavened hate, her steady flow of history signals one word, escape.