Are we going to Be okay? Can you come to my window, Dig up a few stones from the Earth, Hit my window, wake me up. I can be your landlocked lover Just give me a river Kiss me underwater Let me be your swimming pool My Nights will no longer be Opaque, but transparent Pulsing with handfuls of confetti stars Quivering like my lips. Rest is for the dead, So let's make our heartbeats quicken. Take my hand, and Under the watercolor sky, Violet with the breaking dawn, Wait until the sun returns. Know that we're eXactly where we are meant to be. Say You will stay. Zip up your coat, and we will keep each other warm.
Thought it'd be fun to try out this format, and I really enjoyed it! I'm going to probably write more ABC poems in the future.
and what it said back then on the railway bridge at Bloomfield Road (no longer there of course) was "You can spare me – it means only one less penny ice lolly from the corner shop !" (no longer there of course) and the train will make me huge (steam no longer here of course) and the others will laugh and cheer as you scramble down to the line place me centred and climb back up here again before the train shoots through to Central Station (no longer there of course).
Gigantic copper-coloured disc and this recall. Still talking half a century after.