I don’t know…

Here you come in the slow night

Detailed as a Titian in the half light

Such deep colour on your sacrificed form

Given over to motives for seeing the next dawn.

Resentment gives you prowess

In your social state of undress

And you use your shady maybe background

As a reason to go on making that shrieking sound.

Pity comes in measures that never intoxicate

But by the time you’ve realised you’re already far too late.

So you gamble all your earnings

And you throw away your goals

And buckle down to nothing until it’s time to go.

There you go in the breaking of another baby day

With your jeans too tight and your hair on right

There’s just yet cause for you to turn and walk into the flames.

Hefty

There goes Brian on his very own grand tour

Showing with his distaste an equally stylish more.

No more drunk at the pulpit,

Only reverie

With bonfires and hotdogs and everything for free!

Someone brought a beat box, 8 batteries round and large

And we danced to tapes with meaning written on insert cards.

Mortality I see in the critic on TV

As he eyes glaze over sadly for soon he will be free

Of consciousness and tailors, of elevated man

So why not feel that now and enjoy it while we can?

SMILING DOG! HE MAKE ME SMILES, OR IS HE BEING CONDESCENDING?

Billy Liar

You were my Billy Liar,

With your maternal shirts

And your beard of fire.

Everyday you wrapped me safely

With local people and musical maybes.

I batted you as a cat would wool

And you tangled back fast.

With hot well made food.

The patience you displayed

Left me scratched out on the floor

As you rattled coaxed and rattled at the unlocked bathroom door.

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