The Bathroom Flies

Into the bathroom flies
Flies that I couldn’t do anything
About me
Flies about me
Flies that I couldn’t do anything about
Me on the floor
Cowering
Listening, glistening
Flies are up there and I am down here

Tell me, Sandra, tell me and I will
Hold the world up
Saying, ‘step down now, this is a robbery’.
I would hold the whole world up
For you

Creating backwash
I swim in the waters like I were free
Ears fill-up
And I’m with you
I’m with you on that beach
Me in the tub
Swimming
Hoping, not coping
I’m in the bath tub and you are not here

Tell me, saints, tell me and I will
Haul the coals red
Saying, ‘I repent all, this is a robbery’.
I would haul the coals red
For you

Talking at parties
People dance and the drugs take hold
And nasty
Cold and nasty
Sipping round the kiwi slice
Drinking tea
Laced with rum
Drinking, not thinking
I’m at the party and the invite was clear

Tell me, fathers
Tell me fathers and mothers
Grand parents
Uncles, aunts and all
Me on the floor
Touching the broken tile
Aching, breaking
I’m on the floor and you are not here