There’s a mad woman yelling in front of this town hall
without any windows left, she’s been yelling about
how much she loves her lover. Driven by the memory
of her 17 years of laughter, she works harder to plea to the tourist.
Some of us aspire to greater endeavors, but most of us just
want to come home to the one that we love, building words
like tetris, too slow down the time shoot, trap hole.
There’s a mad woman yelling in front of the financial district
she’s been yelling about how her lover left her with nine children
I wonder why, or where is the Seven Day Adventist to save her
they weren’t at this location, and there wasn’t anything left
after 17 years of her marriage, there wasn’t anything left…
2 thoughts on “Drifted Far from my Constitution”
This has some very hard hitting references in it….really found it quite poignant.
Thank you for reading, and your comment.
very moving the way you have painted this scenery of broken heart and the way it seems to show time (17 years of it) as if deflated to a sudden instant. how full that instant is.