Bathtown

From her sixth floor apartment
Sweet Virginia sews
The perfect parachute
From her husband’s old clothes
With her hairspray strong as elastic
She blueprints carefully
A second honeymoon
Within her center of gravity
She gave him three bashful girls
And always packed his lunch
When he came home with leftovers
She came down with a chronic hunch
Her babies made more babies
Then forgot her like a dream
Three more years in a bathtown just might wash Virginia’s conscious clean
Life has been no cakewalk
For Walter roam around
He watched miracles from the bluest eyes in town
He’ll sleep along the river’s edge
'Til the police make him leave
They’ll burn the innocent to protect what they believe
He gave up a life of gold mining
To collect something worth more
So he studied quantum physics till he found an unconcealed trapped door
He drinks until he’s forgotten he ever had a dream