All about the geometry,
getting tangled in
her sorcery when the
Angels
want you too.

Muse.

And I use Chanel to attract,
my lips are dry and cracked so
I ladle on some balm,
calm?
nope,
but
I live in hope as most of us do.

The low down on the cosine is a
sign for me to come up and see her
sometime and I've heard that one
before.

These are the searchlights.

Flares that bring night down
and candles to warm Saki.

Back at the Inn
Ingrid
deigns to let me enter and
pin my colours to her mast,
happiness.

That's all a man can ask
unless he's an absolute cad
and although I'm a bounder
I've
never been that bad.


At Andrews,
we are back to the base
counting to ten with
mud on my face,
flying to
Dallas
and all of us
laugh wildly at the child that's
inside of me, but I know he
left years ago and
is still on the
way.