He Said
“I don’t know what else I can say,
I could hang on the ‘phone anyway
And just listen to your static.”
I’m ecstatic
“I don’t know what else I can say,
I could hang on the ‘phone anyway
And just listen to your static.”
I’m ecstatic
Engines groan, urging and streets sigh
Fight and win or lose and die
White frames and harsh lights for the new under glass
Dirty mouths and dark shadows for the old in the underpass
Bodies sat in chairs, chattels hanging, wired in
No-one knows the future but they keep on spinning
Vigilant faces scan the melee
Empty hearts that make their way
Check in on themselves once in a blue moon
How do you feel? Who are you?
I admit I’m getting too much mileage out of old stuff recently (this is from 1995) but I am posting this to set the bar; I really want to get back into regular practice with water colours.