so i siad hold on jay...... then i had a few drinks in a pub
theni came home and strummed on my gituar . and penned this song
my voice is crap but id thought id share
he, was always there
just swaying outside the bread shop
world just in between
can gripped in hand
like a drowned out olympic flame
probably
he never learnt to spell
or spent a weekend making love
.........
you can forget him too
through opera, art , and the maze of men
squeezing out the memorable news
like beans from a rusted can
or tufts of hair
torn from any arguement
.......
wolves gather
seeking out the infinite in him and us
difficult and impossible
though it seems
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