24 Dec 2010

"MADAM I'M ADAM"

 there was nothing they could do 
from his front door theyd have him cuffed,
the bus hatted man swings down upon him
not cuffs but the buff end of a baton across his crown
its just another misty day, with something going down

hed call his friends before their plastic floor courts,
But bound before the law, there was nothing they could do

they grabbed ten bags a dozen the next day,
and in that early mist wrapped around soap to clean
those dirty ovens away and the mean look of mean
and in those bags they wrapped those belongings 
for belongings to some walkers are the only things
that will talk for them,

He never came back for them, but sometimes
I swear we see him spitting in the waters beneath the old town bridge
spitting the colours of sweet pear drops,
TO THAT WE CAN DRINK TO

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