Fleet young footsteps
In a headlong rush
Fleet young footsteps
In a headlong rush
Life etched in my face
Each line speaking for me,
I watched a leaf break free,
glide silently to the ground
flowing;
an annotation of the gentle breeze
that hugs me and whispers autumn
in my ear.
I tread the seconds
The pea was as big as a house. It had rolled down the hill and came to a stop at William’s front door.
“Where do you suppose it came from?” said his friend Henry.
His lies the leaves that fall one by one from the tree, once bare, there is no cover to hide your deceit.
Can you stop the leaves from falling ?
Of Stephen escaping
to Mexico City.
The words longing to be freed,
longing to be read,
longing to be shared.
The multitude of emotion, so innocent so pulchritudinous.
Dancing through the valleys of luscious green,
embracing the warm summer sun as it beats down onto you lifeless body to breath life into you once more,
She stood at the open coffin and stared. After a few moments she asked the mortician if she could have some time alone with the deceased.
“By all means,” he said.
I tried baby
even thought these legs
can’t dance no more
Scrimp's magical face rematerialised at Scrimp played 'The Watch of the Rhine' backwards.
No Baptists at the river
No fish in the sea
No faith in the system
Don’t pray for me
No heroes for peace
No end to the wars
No banker in jail
Despite being the cause
Welcome Thirsty Strangers.
He tried to stay focused. He had the girl in the red polka-dot dress in his sights. She was on the other side of the street, dancing alone to an unknown tune.
There's no business,
Like no business at all.
Everyone's gotta,
Rotten feeling.
Nobody has got a shilling,
Just a p45 docket,
In their pocket.
When interest rates,
Go up to 5%.
The endless pavement
Eats away the leather