Nancy

Strained to my bones, I struggle to explain, heart like a thunder zone, the turning wheel bus ticket, blown away by the rain, I leave lying helpless, laugh at why I’ve come, play the useless games, small wonder in this home, the foray of my visits, putting yesterday's blame, on methylated spirits, you bite on a ham bone, a ribbon of it escapes, ask to be left alone, the sea whipped Atlantic, a tornado for your rage, incarcerated are your lips, can you see it my way ?