Can you linger here for just a song?
Can you sway with me through the
Evening shutter of full moon-glow?
One day I walked to the end of time
through a darkened field
And called your name
And the only one that heard me
Was the shimmering yellow leaf
Borne of a silvery white ghost-birch
Bending obscenely under the
Wet gales of spring.
Rain fell on my downcast eye and
Stirred my rib-cage into gleam
My clothes smelled of damp, burning leaves.
Musky and old-fashioned, I limped along.
I whistled to my broken wing
And smoothed my seeded
And just below the starlight
The bruised & snarly cloud cover.
I walked home alone and crushed with no
Acceptable excuse for letting
The clock wind down.
But if you asked me today
I would have to say
That it was a necessary function
Of evolving human flesh
To trash titans and flash tin-pan signals
to the multitudes whilst the
Silver sky howled and raged at me
And my dirty clothes.