A pointedness,
when the lead in my legs weighs a little less
there are wings to my feet
and I miss a beat
I am floating now
wondering mostly how
I will get down.
A pointedness, when
the scales weigh a bit more but
we're getting less,
this is no way to live
if we don't give
they will take
and they take all we've got,
it's not the way to go on but
what else can we do
'not much', someone said and that someone's now dead
no locks on his box
there is nothing to steal.
I stole a stoal from a coal hole in Coventry
wore it for all to see
actually I
never took it for the look it gave,
it kept me warm from the cold.
As useless as a pointedness is abandonment
in a tenement,
one toilet for fifty
quite filthy,
dark stairways to nowhere that you'd want to go.
One man's Kiev is another man's Kremlin
and that's the gremlin
that irks me so.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
A pointedness,
when the lead in my legs weighs a little less
there are wings to my feet
and I miss a beat
I am floating now
wondering mostly how
I will get down.
A pointedness, when
the scales weigh a bit more but
we're getting less,
this is no way to live
if we don't give
they will take
and they take all we've got,
it's not the way to go on but
what else can we do
'not much', someone said and that someone's now dead
no locks on his box
there is nothing to steal.
I stole a stoal from a coal hole in Coventry
wore it for all to see
actually I
never took it for the look it gave,
it kept me warm from the cold.
As useless as a pointedness is abandonment
in a tenement,
one toilet for fifty
quite filthy,
dark stairways to nowhere that you'd want to go.
One man's Kiev is another man's Kremlin
and that's the gremlin
that irks me so.
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