Lost Everline

Lost Everline
A neverending tide
of smoking lovers' beds
As signposts in her mind

to stored entries
of gleaming alleyways
where pasts can be shed
As clothes from a stage

She worked the Wild Horse on Saturday mights
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

Stripped to her G-string under bright lights
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

The girls in the back saw her through her worst
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

As long as she got her attention first
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

Lost Everline
Never seems to cry
Though her world spins
Into dustbowls in the sky

The childhoods in hell
The trauma's sewn deep
The lifetime finding fronts
for all the secrets she keeps

Nights in the City with a married man
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

Days on the farm with a rich cowhand
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

Saving her cash for a scheme in the can
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

Or whatever is this week's master plan
Or so she told me
Or so she told me

As she's telling me these stories
The walls of her cubicle seethed
with voices of her coworkers
concocting found conspiracies

What the hell is she doing?
What the hell is she thinking?
Everline just laughs
At this foolish wagging

She said don't trust anyone
She said don't trust anyone
But in the end
All she ever wanted was
to be known by everyone

And so, dear reader
today I introduced you to...

Lost Everline
A neverending tide
of smoking lovers' beds
As signposts in her mind

to stored entries
of glistening alleyways
where pasts can be shed

© 2009 Helen Sventitsky-Rother; rights reserved via Creative Commons