I've hauled my boyhood master -
old Mr Television down the stairs
Now he blinks and stammers on the pavement
even though he's not plugged in
But someone's tapping at my window -
who is she here - who leans into my room?
Long-limbed she is and dressed in green
as the mountain-ash in summer
And I climb into her arms beneath a single star - O
Mr Television - if you could see me now!
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I've hauled my boyhood master -
old Mr Television down the stairs
Now he blinks and stammers on the pavement
even though he's not plugged in
But someone's tapping at my window -
who is she here - who leans into my room?
Long-limbed she is and dressed in green
as the mountain-ash in summer
And I climb into her arms beneath a single star - O
Mr Television - if you could see me now!