On Any Given Day...

her voice in the background drones her hair shiney myriads of splinters a timely study she speaks - cream linen from painted lips and even teeth she talks death – murder and otherwise blood and other bits the lost child - assuming we know of raping and torture like she really doesn’t have to animate it rained today it will rain tomorrow and more than likely the next football honours won – lost dreams taken re-distributed wealth and gains outlined in static A made-up face tanned – rouged talks of life-saving dogs and silly old cat ladies pitch and volume even – non-threatening Soothing? I listen – not threatened I no longer give a fuck