You said something about a song adventurous
The time I had in my younger self
Both of us in the arms of our mothers
Later as friends
To many in parks or clubs various a nuisance
And after a belly full
Now finding ourselves cripple
Circling almost squat
The shank of a walk
With old dreams and old talk
Our sight severe and at the slightest touch
Is this a secret war between us
To recall what might have been
And now I face you in the street: my old self
A misunderstanding
I wish my love was here
As I staggered towards myself
The trash traffic of food delivered
My last look one of young girls
An angel watching from the pavement
The car crash that is myself
Still living in these flames the tears of these girls
Recalling a trial of strength between one and myself
My stump like an old sack steady
Is lately silent and empty
Found by a lonely dustcart
Still my remains ‘unmarked’ @ remember:
He was a fiery fellow, an eagle
And what might be said of him
In the green black water of this basin
An overflowing pit
As they scrape his brains from the traffic system
The chorus repeats what might have been
He’s still to agree himself as the 52 bus dims its lights
Turning into Kensal Green