Then I rationalise it as jealousy
Making sense with no sense
There was I’m quite certain, there was a shaky feeling
I have been misled, for certain, or were you dealing
Pretty words and parting flowers
Remembering the movies, remembering ‘The Hours’
When the balance began, began by getting lost
The red mist, angers languor, senseless loss
I sensed loss at any cost
Driving at midnight, up country over a fault free line
Up country; simmer’s settle, thought process fettled
The madness mellows, wallows in the moonshine
