Seventy Five

She dances lightly treads, her knife warm as toast, when the oil is spread, for all she's ever been, and also what she's known, it brings a sense of ease, her daily bread, gathered all alone, doesn't make her bend, she's in love with schemes, her skin golden brown, always on the street, with lipstick instead, not caring for loans, she lights up my bed, always visits the sea, the waves make her frown, at this old has been, her visions are myriad, with a light that's shown, paints what she's dreamt, her artist heart unknown.

Seventy Four

Paraded all the while, when you hit the trail, you ride that lonely mile, in your bones, you don't need a stay, to find yourself alone, you left her there to die, to find the holy grail, said studying at the time, can you atone, when love forever fails, and shame marks your tome, flip a coin see the sky, talk of finding sail, you can't worry about style, drink wine from a jeraboam, nurse some desolate mail, throw stones at her ghost, what it means to cry, always finds you this way, you're not going to lie, it is worse than jail.

Seventy Three

What you can't find, then think again, go buy more wine, don't go home, there's too much pain, keep what you own, you hear of the crime, stand in the rain, say everything's fine, drenched to the bone, you're no angel, a swift grasp of loans, why try to disguise, each day is a claim, you can roll those dice, won't trust 'phones, they perish the mind, love's the real groan, it just takes a dime, to catch a fast train, dance to a different rhyme, take no more blame.

Seventy Two

Gone is the time, that covers the truth, your Ma's the real crime, if you make easy, what she cannot intune, nothing will please, clothes cashmere fine, stamps out the truth, each hint of her envy, she won't do breezy, why disguise the news, hates the way you speak, the time you spent inside, uses it like a tool, it sharpens her mind, you shake the car keys, act like her mule, each day is no Odyssey, am i just in line, to capture her Blues, dance me that wine, let's see whose the fool.

Seventy One

You can swear and blow, it's not too late, if you want to come home, no need to face ruin, or worry about an escape, you're no one's fool, or a rolling stone, fix that broken gate, luck's when it rolls, they'll arrive soon, mad families of the waves, mock everything about you, step closer to the zone, you'll survive their gaze, temper don't hesitate, or mind their hooks, you'll always need a loan, from careful Christian books, you're too cool to roam, nothing else to gain, no knife's at your throat, love has no rebate.

Seventy

You're never a girl, that curses and blasts, your mind in a whirl, face like a stone, it's best you look now, not worth going home, won't wear silken furls, for men who feel trapped, permaanent as pearls, they ring you like ghosts, first to collapse, knowing life is your own, your head doesn't twirl, a scarf worn for mass, you go downstairs, they beg at your post, drink wine aghast, ask what you like most, turn that flame down, you cook with gas, you're never that girl, who figures it last.

Sixty Nine

A cracked open spoon, may offer me hindsight, make you feel cool, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, you act like a fool, cooked over lies, stop doing what you do, if your eyes look in pain, your brain like a firefly, let others go their way, what makes it so cruel, I'm dying inside, face like a cooked mule, if anyone asks why, say you're staying sane, can't afford the knife, don't act goody two shoes, dancing on the wine, who need your rule, I'll be fine.