Muscled, black with steel-green eye. swishing through the rye grass. with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.. Tail balancing at half-mast.. ...And the mouse police never sleeps ---.
Rusted and ropy.. dog-eared old copy.. vintage and classic,. or just plain jurassic:. all words to describe me.. relaxed in the knowledge. that happily present.
Hard black crows bobbing, where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges. Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness.
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?. With his long tail hanging down.. He quietly sits under every tree ---. in the folds of his velvet gown.. He drinks from the empty acorn cup.
Who would be a poor man a beggarman, a thief. if he had a rich man in his hand. Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth. if he could take it from the money man.
Battle cries. We make a swift retreat. Paradise, it don't come cheap. Square up to fight. Like dynamite. . The flight is young. We're getting deep. without an aqualung.
Oigan la historia que les cuento,. Por testigo pongo al tiempo, que así ocurrió:. El dios de la lluvia gemía why lloraba. Why, por séquito, la niebla le acompañó..
In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath. Runs the all time loser, head long to his death. He feels the piston scraping, steam breaking on his brow.
This sparkling wine is all but empty.. Too late for trains and no taxis.. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived.. There was no master plan but the fact is:.
Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky. Look down on the world and try to make you out. On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town. Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing.
In the shuffling madness. Of the locomotive breath. Runs the all time loser. Headlong to his death. And he feels the piston scrapin'. Steam breakin' on his brow.
We're in love, sweet love.. We're in love, sweet love.. . We built our life from nothing.. We don't have much, no more money. But we've got love.. We can only grow much better.
Close in, move out to where you want to go.. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.. Step into joy. Walk into light..
I walk along the strand. to catch the late ride home.. Shuttle through the evening gloom. knowing I forgot to phone.. The back door's open.. There's a chill blowing in..
As I drove down the road to look for Eden. saw two young girls but left them standing there.. They were too late to get home on the underground. and probably too drunk, too drunk to care..