Prams, Piers and Gutter Tears
The traffic of breaths
Gridlocked broken promises
Along summerís exhausted highroad.
Enter stage left:
The performance of her life
Delivered splayed wide
(on a piss-stained mattress).
Under the croak of creaking pier,
The rivets nailed the baby to the floor.
Another bottle and the waves of
Suggestion will invite her in.
The girl just couldnít take it anymore.