… It’s a poor substitute
Gin for water
Peace for slaughter
Safety for danger
Lovers for strangers
Anger for hatred
Kisses for bloodshed
There’s colour in sorrow
Where yesterday meets tomorrow
And as they kiss in the raven hour
Their knowing watch is painted sour
Give me a way, and I’ll go away
Time smiles through wrinkles
But today holds sway
And acts nothing like may
Except it never seems to stay
As we meet at high-noon
It’ll all be over soon
We’re stood halfway
Growing old in a day
In the cruelest maze
Where promises made
Are rarely kept
And newspapers wept
Crying out, all about
Their self-made prophecy
In tabloid heresy
It’s simple to choose
Love just to lose
Forget what you’ve gained
When you feel so ashamed
A heavy heart
Is not a start
But doesn’t mean its finished
Now don’t feel diminished
It’s a gentleman’s way
To mutter and sway
When he feels disaffected
By old wounds re-elected
Memory shaped scars
Cut by the stars
These pearly strains
The most valuable pain
But for now that’s fine
As the clock strikes nine
And the sunlight we wore today
Fades away, we promise to stay
Recycling our wares
Tap-dancing the stairs
Fleeing to our fortress
A kingdom of allures
Sending for captains and cutlasses
Stranded on shores
Made of broken beer glasses
Stood silent and proud
Weeping like clouds
Ruined by shrieking fire
And howling winds
Only saved by
Starving their sins
They’ll never win
The diamonds under your heel
Bring you new appeal
To harvest their ways
They’ll do what I say
Their comfort
The cut of steel
Felt in the face
But we enjoyed the chase
Of that daydream place
That’s what you thought
It wasn’t your fault
It’s what you were taught
And as their fires go out
Extinguished by doubt
Skeletal souls are left to pay
Without a bone or a bag
A penny or a plan
Because they are the children plain
Their childhood slain
Spare some coppers please mate?
Won’t someone donate?
To keep us at bay
And hunger in a way
Satiate until the second date
Stealing today from tomorrow
Begging in the night
So terrified of fright
That the morning's borrowed
They’re sobbing here
Tiny infant tears
Bottled up by
Fists in the sky
A nameless pain
Ticking with disdain
Nearly eleven, quarter to
I suppose he’s coming for you
Framed in decay
His face a blank page
The secrets you kept
As twilight wept
Painted the cars
That show who we are
Eating gourmet
Expecting no change
The second men
Gave life when
They finished their ale
Babies born would wail
Silence the tots!
Crying in cots
Children who are free
To do as they please
To do as they please
Drink dance and hail
The pleasure of disease
Mother midnight breaks
Time’s like a snake
Creeping up on you
Its hands broke in two
Holding different paths
Neither of them laughs
As they capture another day
The Moon sighs now
And no one’s about
Except the mother of no survivors
No dancing today – breathing decay
Isn’t this a lot like yesterday?
They all do what they may
Still eating gourmet
But isn’t it strange
How habits repeat
And never cease
Through every age
No dancing today – breathing decay
Isn’t this a lot like yesterday?
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