I chronicle in rhythm and rhyme,
Scribbling, jotting, imaging the times:
I dug down to Lucy,
And China's Great Wall,
Compared Viking raids with personal tirades;
Asked God questions, questioned Jeff Sessions,
And all of that where-with-all.
I've called wrong out, and written about
Our scandals, all fancy or true;
I've offered you solace,
Even opened my wallet,
And grieved when it was due.
I've been self-righteous,
And sometimes right selfless,
When parsing my love for you.
But now it should end,
I've less left to send,
And so love I bid, Adieu.

Meeting in the canteen at lunchtime
Laughing at our immature jokes
The girls in room five
They know how to jive
You know they were the most unusual folks

Lord you know we were lucky
You know blessed we were
The way we were happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Went to college in different cities
Mind disorders ate me alive
Lucy P called to say
I hope you're okay
You look like you forgot how to jive

Lord you know we were lucky
You know blessed we were
The way we were happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Got the train to Kent to see Lucy
Lady enrolled in the arts
If we weren't friends
I'd go round the bend
Jealous of her marvellous smarts

Lord you know we are lucky
You know blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Grown up now we rare see each other
Buried in our separate lives
But when we meet up
We swig from the cup
Yeah soon we remember to jive

Lord you know we are lucky
You know how blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

When we are old we'll be married
Maybe having tea in the day
Those girls from room five
Who knew how to jive
Yeah I think they really turned out okay

Lord you know we are lucky
You know how blessed we are
The way we are happy
Oh sweetest Lucia

Dark black
Long time no sees
Or blue and soft

Sandy blonde
Very natural
And a blue-green point of view

Tan skin
Second hand sweaters
Wirsts adorned and decorated

She only makes sense to herself
But she makes everything for everyone else

She’s Lucy

Atheists become Anarchists
because as they get older they
can't see nor spell as well as
when they were Angriest's.

Prostrate Procrastination
treatment, or simply a
case of loose lips sink ships
as in Gavin Williamson.

The green smoke
lamp shines on
very well and
so brightly,
bringing the images
of the trees
cast on the
floor so near,
and hiding the
pathway to the gate
from the strangers.
The rain on
the green leafs
makes it even
more intense and
intriguing to access.
It doesn't take
forever to ever
nurture loves dream.
It's roaming and
turning without
ceasing.
Spinning so fast,
making it impossible
to catch your breath.
Dispersed and,
disappeared,
lost out on
the dream bed.
Forgotten,
not remembered
anymore,
not even remotely.
The sheds
of green leaves
are definitely
not the same.
But facing the
face of the
green sea
from the hill
where the green
dragon lives,
fronts the hidden
gateway of
the new frontier
to the unknown,
like a person's
heart pulsates
with infinite love
remotely controlled.
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your love fits like a glove,

but the glove has been doused in gasoline and lit on fire.