Jim Carroll - Pools of Mercury

Sirens begin, the red light spins
Hungry go the thieves

Betty's in the sandbox trying to detox
She always wears long sleeves

Desdemona in a red kimona can't get off the bench
Her bolts are fused, her limbs can't move
Someone better find a wrench

Got no past, they can't last
Future's like a curse
What's best for them is always bought
at the price of something worse
Wren's heart of ashes, the glue-on lashes
Her baby's in a Brillo box
She's on one knee with key after key
Trying to find the right lock
By the pulp of her fears
and the shape of her tears
you can tell tomorrow's weather
She bends her skin in the shape of her sins
To keep herself together

Got no past, they can't last
The future's like a hearse