Babylonian Whore

[seaflower]

How possible you
made my life when
you finally
finally...
drove away
leaving coffee stains
and jazz refrains

Yet
if I was,
an honest dame
I would say;
you spent
each guilt-lace day
Away,
in another place
with another lay

the high school
sweetheart
who never went
away

Could
starry eyes on a
tight built rack away?
when all of yesterday
all of yesterday
Never pestering

How I hate
that whore,
that Babylonian tramp
who never
never had to ask
for movies and
candle light

For years,
she never left
when you talked
through the night

Her laughter haunted
the wedding hall
Her touch our home

She was and remains
the undefinable height

You who drives through
the night

And for that reason
and for my spite
I've pack away old yearbooks
to hide away my former
face of golden... fame

Finally
"I can move away".