Fire and famine
Pestilence and sin
But there's no surviving
A hike in the rent
Bottles are my vertebrae
Vases are my main stay
For I am the glassblower
Shards the heart of the pain
Fashions they come and go
Well fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glassblower
And wherein is his lair
Wine like a siren threads
Between the lives I've led
Wind swims in my naked head
With my legs in the air
My veil is two centuries long
I sing forgotten songs amongst the sarees and sarongs
Therein is my lair
Fashions they come and go
And fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glassblower
And wherein is his lair
Split and repatched seams
Badly repatched dreams
Under funded council schemes
And my legs in the air
Fire and famine
Pestilence and sin
But there's no surviving
A hike in the rent
All fashions they come and go
And fashionable crowds they know
They know who is the glasblower
And wherein is his lair
And says, "I know your feeling"
My legs in the air
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