Camped by the line

you don't notice the trains.

Jousting with words

you don't notice their brains

            or feel for their souls

 

The radio's on

you hear the sounds

They push your buttons

you give a few pounds.

            The bed is warm.

 

Promised yourself

you would be alert

Paid fifty quid

for this bargain shirt.

            The dance must go on.

 

That moving star

that dot in the sky.

Rich man's holiday

Please don't ask why.

            Damned expensive tent.

 

Facts contorted

untruths are told.

Smoke drifts upward.

The story is old.

            Getting what you want isn't easy.

 

No crime to sleep

not a sin to snooze.

The risks of love

it's hard to choose

            It's a short life n'est ce pas?

 

God gave us words

those double-edged swords

for people to play with,

pretend to be lords.

            Wonder what's for dinner.

 

My food and my heart

they both are frozen

So tough luck guys

the path is chosen.

            Have a nice day.

 

Sit in the cave

Put the shell to your ear

Interpret the echoes

Face up to the fear.

            Arrange a standing order.

 

It's what strangers do

when they are lost.

What friends resort to

when tempest tost.

            Get it right next time.

 

Read the entrails

trace meandering runes

Sift the debris

permit the tunes

            to capture and haunt you.