Take whatever you want from me,
Because I haven't got that much left,
And if you ask me nicely,
Then it won't feel like theft.

I was smiling down the town hall,
With the corner of my lips I sense a dreamcatcher fall,
I said "Hey, darling, why don't you smile with me
We could stretch something sweet"
The dreamcatcher said
"Only if you stop Paris from pondering defeat".

We could close in a while,
Go south down the street and listen in style,
We all just talk until the Morse Code runs out,
It won't be long until the pretty bridge is done.

The still T.S. Elliot sleeps gracefully in the sea
He always kissed the plain train station,
And from their black coats the trumpets gaze,
They stop to touch the streetlights under the sun.

-Jamie F. Nugent