Sweet Thing

Drunk again, drunk before
Knocking at an open door
Giving you things to keep
Things that I had buried deep
Placing my heart in the traction
Of bipolar distraction

Listening for imagined deceit
Feelings that run counterfeit
The smallest bird can sing a tune
And puppy dogs howl at the moon
But my dog died and I found Jesus
Riding a horse away from Texas

Strike a light! Its England’s Glory
Listening to your Jackanory
Feeling frail, I then rail
Pavement bouncing - evening’s tale
Gave me a First in misbehaviour
Sleeping with a perplexed stranger

Vertigo gives fear to stumble
Hope's sustained with apple crumble
I salute, my soldiers drill
But war is lost and I am killed

So I park my clogs in bawdy houses
Imagining your sweet caress
But visions falter in the porter
No substitutes for your sweetness

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