Riding Tigers - Slapp Happy

We’re not well, dear.

Toll the bell, dear.

As our lives dissolve we revolve

Lonely & uninvolved.

Pencil thin, we’re near done in, we’re

masticating maize.

An empty gaze,

sitting like that for days.

Try as we may, calendars

are scattered, furnaces go cold,

wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old.