I love the night
The laughs
The debonair madness
Of stories
The limpid sky
The trajectory of the air
The old man
Desolate now
Stopping someone
A very sensitive someone
Doing something
Even if it might have ended-up a bit wrong
The pressure
The ease with which
He calmly disdained
Time has caught up
And he can’t mend her
They sat there at a very good Italian restaurant,
Father and daughter;
She trying to be independent
A bit goofy
And he was trying to let her
Wrap him ’round her little finger
Until the conversation came to
what she really really wanted
And it was her own domain, her room
And then he got more serious
As her façade crumbled
And then, she managed to climb into his lap.
After all the contusions
I bet this whole thing is about
belief- all mental – all
attitude and simple- you
are what you think; and this
goes beyond everything
Some people were
having a day off
and thinking
they could make
this day worse
Nights are gleaming and fantastic,
Your furor is there for me
In the decasmorphus
I can’t stop being loving
He played guitar chords,
Two of them
THey both played
I walked passed like
Every 10 minutes
looking up
My, aren’t you gorgeous
Those eyes,
They devour
we locked, for what
48hrs straight?
Nice one Tarzan
As she scoffed the Marzipan
I got you on my radar now
and when she realized the propensity
and breadth of what was happening
she froze
and sort of knew
though now regrets
and he didn’t know; too late
her Mother’s Estate got disowned
through him
Oh Well, fuck it
love ain’t a change
I love it!
boring fucking bumper-cars
that candy floss looks good
what are they looking at me for
why do I bother
Anyway my dad drives
5 goes and I drove 1
fuck this shit
i’m gonna become a criminal
Yikes, what a funny ride
I’m all over the place
Getting conundrums at work
Liking work when I’m there
Almost a passion
Well, yes, a passion
C_R_A_Z_Y_R_I_D_E
Forlmydahyde
yuck
pittance
lovey
dovey
to mark
sums
for Terrry
the butcher
lad
come from
Dragon plum
make my method by living it
Party at the fair
Walk through
thin air
can’t bear this shit
Testing 2 c
I rip shots through the air
from the belt
like a jackanory parrot
stuck in the Sales parlour
Barry threw the duster over the banister
As he was cleaning the picture rail
And pink feathers flew randomously
past Jasper, who thought he’d correct her:
“Oh, Jasper, don’t do that; you find my mind in a muddle”
Good, answered Conran the Bathnasian
I’ll see you in Heaven
(Past the pillars, at 10
Just wear a tunic, Greek one
like the Pelloponese
And I’ll come as a Victorian gentleman with breeches that close to the side)
Esteban, ya te vienes! 