Sad news--new charges on the way
and they're false and near
and you lie there, under lid
these five years.
I won't obey
or listen to rumors.
 

Mother, if you can see me,
imagine a well-carpeted iceberg,
thick enough for an eight day week.
And I'm alone on it
in a very comfortable chair--
a Morris design.
And we're drifting out to sea,
the berg, its luxuries and me.