: My old black cat passed away this morning. He never knew what a hard day was Woke up late and danced on tin roofs If questioned "Why?" - answered, "
: Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside.
: In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these
: This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but
Dear uncle, sold her into Into the purest kind of slavery Hood-eyed little middlemen profited From damaged goods along the way Good angels brought her
Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky Look down on the world and try to make you out On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town Suspended
This sparkling wine is all but empty Too late for trains and no taxis I know the feeling, seems all too contrived There was no master plan but the fact
A raft of penguins on a frozen sea. Expectant faces look down on me. Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays. Counting eleven, they begin to pray. Tenuous
I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision Things were not as they seemed Black and White
The lights are down in Germany and Germany is closed to me different somehow this time. The airport's still, cold corridors ring empty beats through hollow
I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable. I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon. Scarred by
I sit in judgement on the market square. I have my favourite table and I have my chair. Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. All kinds of crazy
Dinner table chattering classes - tells us all we need to know. Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it - on your late, late show. And do you think you?re
My old black cat passed away this morning He never knew what a hard day was. Woke up late and danced on tin roofs. If questioned ?Why?? ? answered, ?Just
A week of moments ? a clutch of days ? Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play. Medley of quavers informs the tune. It?s all too much: over all too soon
I?m thinking free - like the bird flying over, over the animals in the zoo. How do you do? What?s it like to be in there? Think about it. You?re locked
Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up through
A Morris Minor, a cafe noir ? Banana smoothie, snails in a jar. Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates ? A little too muscled from doing weights. A
