Rides his bike on a tarmac causeway. Makes him ten feet tall and drives him anywhere. Dreams of rockets and home-run heroes. Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a dare.
Monday morning, fiction on the tube. Then sorting out the daily mail. Nasty habit, read the horoscope. Pick the skin around. . Her nails are shiny, made for making love.
Two ferries collide and you'll be the one. Standing on the dock reading papers in the sun. The ice age arrives you'll keep me warm. Falling at your feet with no feelings of my own.
Friday's gym and sunday's grim. He sees an analyst on tuesday morning. She's no happier than him. She only likes to hear her own voice talking. Oh well have you seen her face.
I must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over it. I've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them. Click off gone. . They made him lie down, keeping the ground warmwhile life drips on it.
Got an open mind just for show. Got a one track mind, don't I?. Gotta go gotta go but I'm easily lead. Gotta go gotta go but I'm easily. . God I'm lost inside you again.
Locked inside of a prison. Of my own construction. I wish the walls wouldn't run around. So I can't touch them. . You think it's amusing. Amuses you so much.
{God look at that. She's supposed to be on a diet. Wonder what her waistline will be like in five years' time}. . Alice in the playgrounds. She ain't got a boyfriend.