The exterior appears alive

The interior's brown bread

 

The smile smiles but the head's mashed

H'orderves shattered, tattered and scattered

Over a kaleidoscope ocean swell

 

The bell tolls out of control like a fire engine on heat

Beating faster, harder, threatening to burst the ticker

On the B of the bang

 

Badly drawn curtains

Expose the writing on the wall

Alongside abstract shadows posing

With trigger fingers on gospel singer's lips

 

Wake me up ! Wake me up !

 

Tell me I'm Cubism

Tell me I'm Banksy

Tell me I'm Cooper Clarke

Lennon or Zimmerman

 

But don't tell me

I'm ME !

Cut and paste me

From these boots full of nails

Walking up and down Penance Street

 

Mea Culpa ! Mea Culpa !

Mea Maxima Culpa !