Ugly words turn of beautyparaphrasedcan not look beyond fire-rimcircling a dark sky in autumn So much to say and so littletime in which to speak ourselves silly in the long runSagas - epics - fairytale ofCinderella and Snow Whitefighting on a patch of wastelandat Ballymun flats for PrinceCharming in a reved-up Ford Caprior was it a Cortina my scent ofMersey?In plaid scarve and practical dufflewe'll go up the top of Bold Streeet and drink tea at the Cafe Tabacmake one last pilgrimage to Quiggansand touch a dissapearing sky we'llreturn to one daywhen life's last gasp is gulpedand gone.Through the laneways of Liverpool we'll lose ourselves.
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Ugly words
turn of beauty
paraphrased
can not look beyond fire-rim
circling a dark sky in autumn
So much to say and so little
time in which to speak our
selves silly in the long run
Sagas - epics - fairytale of
Cinderella and Snow White
fighting on a patch of wasteland
at Ballymun flats for Prince
Charming in a reved-up Ford Capri
or was it a Cortina my scent of
Mersey?
In plaid scarve and practical duffle
we'll go up the top of Bold Streeet and drink tea at the Cafe Tabac
make one last pilgrimage to Quiggans
and touch a dissapearing sky we'll
return to one day
when life's last gasp is gulped
and gone.
Through the laneways of Liverpool we'll lose ourselves.
Post a Comment