New song! (remaining nameless for the time being.)

She looked as if she'd seen a ghost
staring through her applesauce.
No moving muscles in her face;
well, who could judge?
Vacant eyes drooping down like a willow branch,
weeping silent remembrance
for what's in front of her
but somehow out of reach.

Then I said "Volcanoes blow up all the time..."
and she responded with and ellipsis and a sigh;
she said "I think my dogs are barking
so I probably should be going. Away."

The alleyway: Home to bums and kitty cats,
raining her balcony-spilled vomitants.
Under the fire-escape
a calico feasts.
The swinging door: Proscenium to the greater world
beyond the safety of the curtain rods.
Spewing her breakfast over the thrust
just to get it out of her.

Then I said "Volcanoes blow up all the time..."
and she responded with and ellipsis and a sigh;
she said "I think my dogs are barking
so I probably should be going. Away."