The pains of belly butterflies
The trials of the lonely stranger
drinking alone in a crowded club
until night becomes sun-up.

The heart-sick of dreamy memories
a flannel over the head of the sick.
That only love could bring a remedy
a misery brings you to your knees.

The weakness of strength zapped away
the torment of the birds the next day
The push to get through the same ol,
walking to the bus station in the cold.

Sitting next to a beautiful stranger,
as she taps away at her new phone
Gone is the tease and thrill of danger
Replaced by empty shells and bones.