Sir Galahad
sat at a table
among his peers

Each of them hiding, holding, glimpsing
their worst fears

Seductive eyes flash from a youthful face
Soft and lovely Donna
How did you come to be in this place?

Where all the exits are locked with a key
That's not on any of your chains

And behind closed doors
There's a window
Through which they can
Monitor your pain

In the cafeteria Galahad picks up two pieces
Of coffee cake and is quietly rebuked
By an attendent's scolding face

There's a piano in the common room
A widescreen tv, and table tennis too
Bingo... bongo, bingo... bongo
bump..., bump..., thump

You've got to pay your dues to join this club
Selection is screened by a panel of pedigrees
White coats never late for their tea,
Typing journals by the mile
Endlessly

And so you sit Galahad, at a table among your peers
A captive audience for each others' tics and fears
And abide in this Palace of Shifting Mirrors

Demure Mademoiselle sitting next to me
Asks me my astrology Sun sign coyishly,
Tells me hers and fills me in on
Her recent matriculation

She's grabbing for something, anything
On which to build a relation

Marriage and the big LOVE,
Wild techno metal dreams
Became her reality
Her labels and her scene

Their nine years of marriage
Ends in bankruptcy - morally - emotionally - financially -
Physically...
Yes emphatically

Magnetic poles apart
She finds herself interned
For 60 days
Two times eternity and "out the door
With you", they say

Uh Huh, yeah, R A V I N G
She violates the judge's court order
And in ripped stockings
Stalks her Scottish Man
Seething

So she's transported to jail again
And held for another month
In stir
With no bail, it's a woe of a tale

Stripped, searched, and forwarded C. O. D.
Collect On Delivery
At last to this address
The table of her peers

Still looking for love in spite of her current circumstances,
Her fears,
And her tears

I wonder if they noticed the full moon outside
Within these walls
Shifting mirrors glide...

the apache kid