Turns out she was living at 86 the whole time her seventies name is Arthur like an undertaker godfather who plays a lot of tennis an Anglo-Indian. In a certain Laurel Canyon light
On the way to the 25 I smack into a tramp On the underpass. There is a bike angel behind you, he shouts. We all have one Yours is in Gemini yellow he wants you to remember
There is a band on stage called Intergalactic Space Raiders They have just rhymed famous with anus. On Sunday, a man who looked like you squashed down, sang about whether he could be loved
Covert under the duvet I sputter-fire into the handset on a mission of I don't know what. "Ring the alarm", Clair would say My friends work so hard to keep me disengaged.
I am staging a bed-in. It has been 4 hours and The press haven't arrived yet But I have told Clair And she says it all sounds Deeply political. My props: a Sandy Denny album