A pub sign
Swinging
Through the rust
Completely
Bleached by the sun
I have a vague
Memory
Of its fitting
From when I was about 10
Summer holiday
Ball under my arm
We'd be playing all day
Walked under
Two ladders
Three fellahs
******* the flash
New *******
In place
It's just about
Still there
Today.

The things that
Bounce round your brain
And then are gone

For a millisecond
They meant the world to you
But you can't recall them now

You can't render  it
Out the void
If you could
It would deft
Be employed

Cos it was the coolest
Thing that there's ever been
The fact the world can't
**** on it
Seems
Somewhat obscene

But it will happen
Again and again
And you've got the *****
To call humanity
Your friend.

Mahogany eyes
Express joy, desire, and grief
Those which I behold

Let's do another line
Of powdered sleep
Swim the oceans
With Hypnos
Tumble down in the deep
Dream of beauty
And horror
And nothing at all
You feel it so real
Sure as you're stuck to this ball
When your dreams
Are mostly disasters
Which are usually caused by your actions
You awake
It takes a couple of beats
To realise
The current apocalypse
Isn't happening.