a little john cooper
clarke is a universal cure
i fine-a pana or para-******
or something..

melodic and a dialect
that could sweep up the
sawdust..i did nt know him
but on kings cross station

one time..he wandered past..
he looked like he does!
or another dissatisfied earthling
waiting for a space craft..

warily he eyed the board
a guardian tucked under a pencil
like arm,had ariel danced from
his head none would have been

surprised..i wondered who that
was..another wandering manc
far and far from home
shaded from us and the sun..