Loneliness of youth

 What is this ? loneliness? - about?

 

You might meet me on the footsteps

You might see me on the train

You might leave me in the cupboard

or in the pouring rain

You might leave me with mother hubbard

or fry me on a stone

I might not look like an egg

But I crack like a bone

 

 

 

Has your mind been born

by bar maids braids

burnt like the skin

out of certain shades

Where sunlight reveals

the priests purples parades

When he throws down his herbs

and picked up more charades

 

Angel islington spit in my eye

the doves of paradise

have further to fly

if not for you

I would fall from the sky

And heaven becomes earth

the more that you try

There are words like coins

bushes of cherry

Born yesterday crusaders

In the pubs drinking merry

if you ask for an ambulance

I'd sooner walk by

I don't look at accidents

but they don't make me cry

I love you the emptiness

love is a loom

its wove into words

plucked from the moon

if you cancel out being

What makes the soul move

But a thought like a cherry

ripened in june