Kept Woman

Beating my drum in the fading hour

Biting my tongue but the blood is sour

Pulling up, most of, the foxglove

From the ground, ready to devour

If I had seen any other way

If it had been any other day

Would I be round

And shouting to be heard from the alley way

To be heard from the end of the alley way

Too long at the head of the table

Too unseen like light in a dream

Blue mind, weary but able

Blue mind, weary but able

Everything splayed, getting cut in half

Just to be staged for a photograph

Just to be some day

Some play for the length of a paragraph

For the length of a paragraph

Too long swinging in it

Too unseen like light in a dream

Blue mind, weary but able

Blue mind, weary but able

Beating my drum in the fading hour

Biting my tongue but the blood is sour

Pulling up, most of, the fox glove

From the ground maybe to devour