It takes me a while
Like slow lorries, to
Figure out our leader's frequent hand signals
It is union, solidarity an' all that
That's okay in them thar hills, but
When do the passengers get a break?
This still resonates but we are
All palletised, this she needs to understand
On this, our progress along very, very
Straight
Roman Roads
Okay kid...i kinda' love you
Bladdered and elecrical, dubious like the indoor pigeon
It flies into windows, clatters like
I am here now
Eyes are hazel, finished too
The city types appear to stare also, not
Glazed though, not
Plasma though, not
Mimic though...
Impersonal, but the gruff laugh warms cockles
Like a one-time boxer, like he wants to communique...like
He wants to share his experience of the Surrealists
And of the leaving of shopping bags on the dancefloor
When one goes out unexpectedly on the piss
United Kingdom scenic, pure
Irish also, this is cool and
Cool
I deserve some happiness
Am i moving on?
The Arabica beans smell of damp
The castle looks splendid, but it's just the morning sun
That creates the splendid
That enlivens paved zones on which i will meander
To feed the gannets and the crows, this i will do
While she puts on some slap, looking mighty fine
The gadfly is the elite, it is borstal, we
Go go-karting one day
Go go to a places of interest the next
An attempt is made to see the
Ram, its horn and its struggle in the thicket
Is it visible?
From Tournai marble, i move to an Armitage Shanks
As clear as a day, the mind is always
Focused here