Across the floor lie broken bowls of pride
Unlatch the door and scratch holes in the night
She'll be there someday, tides turn, winds change
You know, oh you know

A house of hopes and dreams I built one too
Drunk on gypsy violins like you
Ran naked through the flames an

It's three a.m. you're still awake
You listen for her footsteps on the stair
You hear a car door slam
But there's no one there . . .
The ashtrays half-smoked cigarettes
Remind you of those words you now regret,
The answer to your pride
A stream of tears that trailed a

I feel like a rusty key I don't fit any door
You stole my cloudy castles but you didn't say what for.
You said I didn't have the eyes to paint out in the street
Without a standard martyr's hat and neon sloganned
feet.
To eat, it seems, I needed you for crumbs your need wa

I'm overhung I'm highly strung
Seems I'm a likely candidate
To lose the trick now my rhetoric
Gets weirder by the hour of late.

I'm hanging fire I've left the choir
Too many voices out of tune.
Yes I forget in Somerset
But now I've lost my silver spoon.

I'm un

Still I wonder how it is to be a stream,
From a dark well constant flowing,
Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels
Yet feel no need of knowing?
Still I wonder how it is to be a tree,
Circled servant to the seasons,
Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind
And ne

Blue neon clock fingers sneaking past the stars
Extinguish the last fuse of day.
Through black rain-wet streets rush bleary-eyed cars
Stuffed with revellers drunk and blasé.

In Soho stained waiters bang dustbins around,
Commissionaires yawn into tweed,
As empty and echo

Beneath the tinsel twilight skies
A changeling child with cinnamon eyes
Wends his way to a secret glade
and plays his pipe in a serenade.

In and out of the spectral trees
Between the starlight burnished leaves,
He strolls the speckled toadstool way
to join th elfin

The sea goat casts Aquarian runes through beads of
mirrored tears,
Suave pirates words of apricot crawl out of your veneer
Anoint your eyes with Midas' oil and make it still appear
Alladin's lamp is glowing bright transmuting panacea;
To fill your souls with sugared holes

Smile at the smiling man
Tear in your eye
Dance in the morning Sun
Under the sky

High in the hawthorne tree
Bee and butterfly
Seek fortune in the leaves
Under the sky

Follow the road that winds up to the sky
There's no reason do not wonder why

Dapple

I want to bite a rosy apple
That's not painted waxed or DDT'd.
I'd dig a plate of russian buckwheat
With a steaming sauce of sesame seed.
Just cook me miso soup for breakfast
Throw your fishy fingers back in the sea
'Cos I'm a funky macro-eater life is sweeter
Eating

Who'll give me comfort when the moon rides in the pines
Who'll be my pillow when the bitter north wind whines
Who'll lie beside me as the evening fire declines
Will it be you, will you stay by me?

Who'll give me shelter from the wolves of discontent
Who'll be my silence til