On Cocaine (written 28/12/2011)

She's the best looking woman at the bar

she don't lie but you can't believe her

sure, i can tell her she's gorgeous - and every time 
she walks past i can say, 'you're looking better 
every time i see you'

and she likes that too - too much as well, 
as the engorged body starts to spark a fuse to play, and

strike up a tune, of a song we all know, 
with the more on spirits we are,
the more we glow glad isotopes of resistance

and the easy morsel of indifference

she's golden, so they say, like the violin played to right perfection

by a robotic arm and i tell her again - 
'you're looking even more ecstatic in the logic moon of this light,
 you're going to have to stop walking past me'

she stops, smiles angrily and tells me she already has a husband.

she don't lie but you can't believe her.