Sunday, 17 December 2017
Frankie
You know what i mean,
loving how the Rolling Stones,
narrow faces to a scream,
i'm cool but burn with rage,
even if i atone,
she always opens the gate,
this isn't my scene,
journey's nerves are cloned,
long past where i've been,
useless to hesitate,
the knife is on the bone,
it's always about too late,
never safe to heed,
the bells of what i'm doing,
whoever make me plead,
wave goodbye to dreams,
she has me all alone,
my turn now to bleed,
i unwrap the scheme,
can still hear the groan,
who will take the heat,
when i'm coming home ?
where are our ghosts
the dreams we have kept,
just leave us alone
what we have left
they ask, the ghosts,
sat on bar stools bereft,
you never throw stones
What you created,
with me as your creed,
leaves me prostrate,
a tune with broken tones,
in that sixties scene,
when you left home,
you didn't hesitate,
to polish the chrome,
.
try hard a and soft a
the moon hesitates,
it knows where she's been,
the wind going boom
hold the clock chimes,
run outside the room,
live generous lives,
like you never rue,
brave enough it rests nearby,
what settles on the breeze
to rescue God or try,
brush away disease,
laugh at why you're cold,
what has come to be,
dance on love you sigh,
sing that song you sold,
growl it like a lullaby,
before you die
you're no salamander.
.panic shall not reign
who holds their reins?
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
by Calendar or the sea,
take Cium
the bird who has flown,
it was only fame,
singing as she goes,
drunk as a fiery contralto,
dance amongst flames,
problems the wind blows,
the love that was shown,
dissolves gives way,
all that you owned,
keeps you engaged.
cafe's swell with rain,
best not to moan,
keep hold of your creed,
don't let panic reign,
like a hurricane zone,
try to circle the domes,
we are leaving Salerno,
you have got my tone
knowing not enough to see,
would you let her tumble,
tired of this campaign,
across this shining bite,
that gives no easy news,
against the water's might,
the Americas of circue.
by mountains and ruins,
lovers only hesitate
she never left a family’s gate,
but came here to sing,
a woman who knows she's great,
that beckons any time,
next to me like a bride,
around a constant why,
the land within our sight,
an old man and his wife,
a voyage for the rate,
set your almond eyes
birds sing out of tune
drain summer into June
sweep up with the moon
not present castigate,
hope on a midnight wire,
we are not alone
in this lasting light,
home provides no clue,
God knows of your plight,
don't try to collude,
say your cards are marked,
you're never that far,
to stay where you are,
in a warm hazy fog,
and a veil across your face
don't send me to Mars,
from where you perorate.
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