Does the CAT want to get to the DOG? Yes!
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Into that long wait
Do we have to have a dog
to keep company?
I could just lie here
with all the sleeping dog dogs
and white elephants
The words are meaningless, the outlook tired
Harder, softer Need a cushion on the floor
Nose to nose with man’s best friend in mind
sniffing hairs and tidbits left behind
Down here its another world
(and we are free) draining cups of lukewarm coffee.
leaning on each other for support
We right ourselves in our rapport
And live to fight another day
Hurrah for us. Hurrah. Hurrah. Hurrah.
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I can hear the waves rushing in off the sea
I don’t know but to me this is poetry
Its like everyone is here from 1993
In the air is a poem carrying some psyence fiction
and in my throat a sound, like a moan but more guttural like a gorilla
Children of the age from Landon town in pink wearing a frown upside down
Marshmallows by the fire and suddenly its time! So soon. Back to my room.
And it’s the Seventies again tonite. Come on Eileen! Come on! We’re having fun.
David Bowie on a yacht asking me could it be so much fun. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yes I can grab your gun we’re going for a run into town to see what’s going down
Hello, Titch, I’ve got a dog named Mitch back at home but here I’m all alone…
Alone in despair but I don’t care. I think I’m destined for better things.
What rhymes with this mote on my finger? Better things/ Golden Rings
Suddenly I’m ten again and the world seems to be very large. I play in a corner, alone.
Are you one of them? Or are you one of us? to which the only answer can be – I think I’m one of me.
Speedway on the track, no time for looking back into a grey haze on duvet days.
Another false dawn comes as no surprise to my eyes, my eyes, my eyes come as no surprise.
And blink and count back from ten. Then come looking for us.