Friday, 10 November 2017

Anita

You say up our game, ask how much we chance, shuffle between us what remains, listen to our muted song, who would ever lance, the need to belong, watching the rain, sheet down a naked path, you won't let me hail, the ease of crowded bars, cargo ships and shining France, rooms with dark marks, red lips white faced, cigarettes smoked and laughs, wine sipped and champagne, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, wish we weren't wrong, standing by unlit lamps, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting like tramps, for kindness to pass. fling the watch away you always play the fool lilac as a fallen snowflake, ry to make life smooth nothing more to say they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great, longing for what we soothe they drive you away alone, to where life is short, rage against the Blues, in this summer light, the sea still surrounds you, you leave without a stone, home provides no clue, no book or i'phone, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, say what they can't do, you try to condone, all cards marked, you're not that far, just land down the freeway or stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, if you want to get that far, not what you delegate, from the promenade bar, i thought you were great,

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