Someone should slap me awake
I can't take any more of these sad songs
the ones that play on and go around in the dream

The rainbow slows as it puts colours in my eyes
and
somewhere where the angel cries over
an untended gravestone
I feel alone.

it's the ukulele thing
sweet music on a savage wing
and the prayers which keep repeating
eating into me.

B.Demille in Saville Row
says
someone has to go
so I know
I'm dreaming.