Cartoon clouds drifting

Cartoon clouds drifting
in a Homer Simpson sky,
reality lies bleeding
and I don't know why.

The moon is tenuous, it's on a kite string
there's an actor out on stage,
the director's lost the cue cards
and the lines begin to fray.

Pain has left the building
it's roaming loose upon the street,
there's an empty leering feeling
as though menace wants to eat.

Charlie's in deep trouble
he went fishing without bait,
offering his heart to Nancy,
she threw it straight back in his face.

She left him lying in his rupture
like a wounded writhing snake,
Charlie's in deep trouble,
there's not much more that he can take.

He rides on sorrow, it's a surfboard,
plunges screaming down each wave,
slicing vitriol with resentment
peeling complacency away.

He is gaunt, he is empty,
rank winds blow within the space
that's left of where his heart was,
fresh wounds hanging from his face.