Altered State
© Jon Horne

She was in an altered state
She planted, she picked and ate
Other voices screaming in her head
Dancing in a hippy dress
Flowing in an arabesque
Painting pictures in projection

Walking through the empty streets
Try to scream but I can't speak
Into the cold with frozen feet
Mark time with a dragging beat
While around us, the city sleeps

Lying on a broken bed
Eyes fixed straight above her head
I don't know if I'm still here at all
Subject and an object
No pain but no contact
There's an English landscape on the wall

(middle bit)

Blank face, no expression
Next one in procession
Face it now, my mind's walked out the door
Breathing in the perfume
Lace and glass in a mew room
Time to pick myself up from the floor

Standing, rising, out of breath
Salt taste of the little death
Dawn breaks behind the minaret
Into the cold, light a cigarette
The city sleeps and I walk home alone

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