Brighton From The Eye

From the top of it
on clear mornings
like today
you can see Brighton
my hometown
they say

i'm not craving
salty sea air
that much
just ice cream
a dead baby
daddy's touch

i'm cockney girl now
just earning
me keep
for tomorrow
my new habit
and sleep

needle numb
stabs the vein
that i squeeze
fading eye
drowning rivers
change please