Mary Full of Grace

Standing there, un-impressed
Look upon your face,
Like yesterday,
Before.
Same damn t-shirt, Same damn
Place. I think I'll
Burn the Fucker down
Your eyes like diamond
Dirty coal & Pressure / Heat
"My beer is getting warm.
Is dinner on the table?"
Same like yesterday.
Before.
Crying to your mother
On the fucking telephone
No way can you do this
Cake-walk dance any more
Empty, filthy, tired, torn
Strung out just like...
Yesterday...Alone just like...
Before.

This place is feeling colder

Face is looking worn

Brown hair, grey curtains

Arsenic and lace

Too much, too much, too much more

Empty just like yesterday

More alone than before

Sidewalk dancer

Stiletto heeled Madonna

Maybe Monday morning cigarette

And someone else

Someone new

Anyone will do

One more work-a-day

John Wayne

Cowboy killer street walk

One more chance

To fuck it up or get it

Right again

Sometime maybe

Someone crazy

Someone/

Anyone will do

Little crazy pigeon lady

Criminal, and then

Sometimes life is never easy

Sometimes you are too