Her life was a disco ball constructed from shards of shattered bliss
the blunt but self sharpening things
you brought into the bubble of bliss.
The knife you hold to your wrist
should I threaten to leave.
The new man you prefer to the last man
all forgetting to leave a forwarding address when they
meeting cheerfully in pubs discuss
meeting cheerfully in pubs discuss
the blunt but self sharpening things
you leave lying around
Amid shards of bliss.
