I am a singer songwriter in my books coffee candlelit room
lonely words that wait to be found by crumpled petal plucking plectrum
my calloused used fingertips singing notes that giving colour to grey
I sing in the first person singular but I don't know who I'm singing to
I live in a city with my fags queers and booze in a derelict ruin coffee stained petals strewn
my ear to the skin of my bottle cushion drum hearing evening rhythm shuffling in the morning going strong
and I hear a mmm falala and hum a world numbing ecstasy song
and I wake and kneel and pray for you in a morning smoke velvety hue
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if time's a drone then you're the note
if time's a flow then with you I float
on flower's stem I see you grow
with petals strewn my world you sow
a book like a tome down here my thoughts
lofty and dumb in the deep of a well
still chasing a trace already gone
i laugh to pass away
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you are a bunch of words writ in tow
to passing thoughts cast breeze blows strong
my mind like a tree swaying
a dance for our last deed
i'm lost
in a life elsewhere
a velvet petal
fallen upon the floor
