Thursday, March 16, 2006

Edit suggested by Joe T.

Goes Like This

A great hill of
Disturbing trees, that
Blue in the space look
Taken to avalanche
On a firm bed of

I’m standing here in the
Cold kitchen waiting
For the weather to change
And the possible spring
To retire in awe

I love you but
how you can do this
horrible work is
beyond my limited

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

White City

Here a tower shinning bright
Once stood gleaming in the night
Where now there's just the rubble in the hole
Here the paddies and the frogs
Came to gamble on the dogs
Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago

Awww the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the car-parks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day

Oh sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre
Like the black dog that once raced
Out from trap two

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