The glowing embers
Of tail lit dreams
Warm my being
And fire my consciousness

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I want to know
The backstreets
And the alleys
Of a small German town

I want to step
Through oily puddles
So that my trail might
Catch a bondsman’s eye

I want to taste
The springtime air
That carries hints
Of scented promise

I would like to see
The wrinkling smile
Of some wizened peasant
As he passes the way

I have faith that
The rewards of experience
And contemplation await
Those who invest wisely

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I never used to
Care about cars
But the slime blue tint
Of a racing hatchback

Stops me in the street
Like for a spot check.
They paved a road
Right through my mind

And now it’s
Every other kind
That easy finds
The lines and stays true

So if time allows it
I reset my mindset
Select the finest
Pre-set and jumpstart

A ride that sideways pines

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Is it Paula Kate or Caroline
“Call me baby I don’t mind
I’ve got curls and ancient ways”
That’s the kind of work that pays

I glimpse into her sparkling eyes
To see her plotting my demise
“It’s dinner first then back to mine
If you’ll just allow I’ll read your spine”

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I watched some old dosser
Wash the shite from his hands
As I washed mine and dried them

Some mother or other
Had been out bleaching
Her front steps, the smell of it
Would’ve knocked you sideways

I haven’t washed a dish in weeks

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Interested in a girl
Make her long fine and leggy
The kind that doesn’t mind
Letting all that good stuff go

I want a half wit punk at short stop
And a drunken judge to bat
Whilst I get comfortable in this corner
And wait for the stars to light up

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Sagging little tiddies in a short thrift dress
Daddy’s little angel on her arse ack bless
Woodgrain stained with the blood of the oaf
Make sure and bring home yer ma a fresh loaf

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