(I suggest listening to stairway to heaven while reading)
Thereís a lady whoís sure all the dinner is cold And sheís trying to warm up the gravy Now the gas wonít come through cos the metre is broke And the fitter canít get till tomorrow
Ooh ooh and sheís trying to warm up the gravy Thereís a sign on the wall in the gas fitters shop Saying that he just works for cash dealings Thereís a dog in a box and itís covered with fleas That mongrel could do with a good bathing
Ooh it sounds like thunder Ooh it sounds like thunder
Bracing winds tear through my thin cotton shirt, As I wait in vain for a glimpse of her. But I know she wonít be coming today, Not at half term. She lives far out of town, That much I do know. But still like a fool I wait, hoping to see her one more time. ďTeaching isnít what I hoped it would be.Ē She once told me, during one of our brief Conversations. Has she gone? †Gone for good? The thought of not seeing her again hurts Inside, like a beaver gnawing at my Brain. Sweet Ivy I only wish we had Spoken more, laughed more, dated, just one time....
The street burned with the red and gold of autumn, As the sky threatened with dirty dark clouds. A youth crouched in the wind less doorway, Sucking slowly on a saliva soaked joint, Behind a beer can battlement.
A street light shone on his buttercup yellow skin, Reflecting his drink devastated liver. Head flicking from side to side, Watching carefully all passers with suspicious eyes Like a possessive griffin guarding his pitiful treasure.
The flashing blue light pulled alongside, Joint flipped and pocketed. Cosy life pigs with a move...
Incomprehensible manifestations, Of undecipherable gestures, Lead to confused ruminations. Actions reasoned applaudable, Designed for reciprocal advantage, Currently emerge condemnable. Sparkles, perchance lighting, Erupting from cobalt iris's. Contentment? Annoyance? Copulation? Confrontation? Clarification desperation!