Away from the sweated faces
the grimy masks of harried lovers
who forget their vows
sucked into the battled frenzy
of spinning plastic coins
father, break me out
Away from fallen mothers
who forget their heirs
in burning nurseries
cuddling paper money
with orgasmic relish
father, break me out
Break me out in the dead of night
before the early cockcrow saps my will
before the rumour of breakfast smells
topples my driving will
Break me out, I’m willing
though tethered by the ankle
to wistful longings, to mermaids
the lagoon vomits and swallows
in rude gasps, rude deceits
Do, break me out
far out of the whirldance
that ruins
the whirldance that ruined them
our bravest, our finest emissaries
They traded their wills to the wind
till their hearts dissolved in black gold
They traded their heads to the wind
till they lost the message of the gods
Father, break me out.
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