The Bottom
Empty, lonely...
40 million reasons
Feed my despair...
Can you feel the blood flowing through my veins?
I am alive...
Flashes and bright lights,
Interviews and premiers...
I know I'm not very pretty,
I know I'm very shy...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
This World is in pain.
The people here are insane...
Traveler of a well worn path with bad decisions...
Whiskey never helped although I drank enough to...
The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...
I'm tired.
Of pervy jokes at lunch...
Moving bubble like...
Black and blue,
The two colors that show what she has been...