My heart is a woman

Leaning from her window

On a hot summer’s sun

Pondering a geranium

Across the alley

And the absence of god

She thought would leave room

For new, exciting things

But they all just fall

Through a hole in her heart

Which makes her laugh

At the absurdity of this world

And the fool of a man

Asleep in her bedroom

Tired with the fullness

Of one who receives

But doesn’t know how to give

And so she laughs

And so she withdraws

To a corner hidden from the sky

To avoid the temptation to try

To stretch her tired arms and fly

To a place where one can cry

Because what’s the point

When you’ve got work

And the day to day to day to day

To pass the time until you are away

One last time