find the hostess trolley
pour yourself –
another drink

a first class pilot
gave me flying hours when i was young
just as my depression jumped in
wearing a brass iron lung

you used to believe in magic
but the magic disappeared
i used to believe in the power of tears
but the tears solidified into fears

you tire yourself out
cycling through emotions
you exhaust yourself
cycling through emotions

they live in places which are never tidy
and there is always a mess
they spill all their emotions –
all down their sunday best