Sunday, 12 April 2020

i wake up with you


i wake up with you
in my head it's you
giving you an interview
see you like a spectre
streaming canned laughter
pouring from 
the tap tap tap it's you
Every where I look is you 
I have read the book of you 
run over by the bus of you 
Driving through my sleep 

Your impression burns my cortex 
I wish that we’d had more sex
The chances
are agin it 
they are slim slim slim it
Must be true
Orpheus cannot rescue you 
There’s no way to get to you 

i wake up with you
in my head it's you
giving you an interview
see you like a spectre
streaming canned laughter
Ha ha clunk
I laughed off my head 
Why don’t you drop dead 

Go to that Bourne 
Whence no traveler returns 
everyone that lived has tried
to turn the tide
king Canute is boinging 
like starlight 
On dee batout 
It’s not even worth a punt 
No matter that I pray flatout 
Heart doesn’t rhyme with hunt
the opposite of faith 
is certainty they say 
Not doubt

Every where I look is you 
I have read the book of you 
Stand behind you 
In the chip shop queue 
The way to you is steep
run over by the bus of you 
Driving through my sleep 
Driving through my sleep.

19/09/19
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