Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell Extinguishing the fires in my private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the license Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptized in tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat-race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition The albatross courtship marrytime tradition Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck