Sound asleep till right until day

frustrated desire turns you away

and turns you insane

over and over



you get to a point

to make it disappear

and you're always believing

and believing in fear

over and over

and over and over

and over and over



Marilyn Moore



it's always a headache the size of a tour truck

she's full of disorders, depends what you're used to

she's talking of tranches of truncheons in battle



of bruises from bottles that never get better

bad baby bitching she screams at the door

hammer in hand & her head to the floor

Marilyn Moore