Today as the tomorrow sighs
sawdust on the gleam
Yester-year, goodbye carols
goodbye all your broad eyed smiles and tally **
to Mary or Agatha or Caroline with a C
i hardly remember her name!
something with a blue and fake smile
and something about her hair,
my memory is in despair!
Or to you, or to the gulls
or to the sawdust from your house
I have broken thee from the roots of the pavement
a dollar for each window
a shilling for the roadside engravings
A dime for your penny-less worries
And to cremate the red of the fire
my un-tied shoelaces are barely of importance to the world!
I don't need to buy your monday blues
or to match the sunlight to the starch
Tell Gary, Harry, or any other bloke
to put the chandelier during christmas or summer
and carry the sawdust in your heart if you are generous
for a diamond studded disintegrated cloak.