Thursday, May 05, 2005

What a mental institute

In a derelict asylum

I danced like a loon
to the tune in my head
my head in the tune

while windows were shattered
and ceilings caved in
I bounced round a dancefloor
it calmed me within

and wandered round vaguely
and smiled now and then
at the smile on the face of
my newest old friend

looked up at the clock tower
and monkeys waved down
Hi monkeys, I shouted
the clock spun around

I pulled out my phone then
and spoke very fast
to a man who was standing
right there at my back

I turned to address him
he spoke many words
he spoke them with haste
and the gist of them were

"We must now go forwards
go forwards not back
It's very important
You understand that"

I understood perfectly,
knew this was true
he was sweating profusely
his skin was pale blue

I saw in the distance
the pale light of day
we turned from it and leapt
back into the fray

And so we kept moving
from left foot to right
And so we kept talking
from dawn to daylight

And so we kept dancing
like pigs in a poke
And so we did until
We ran out of smoke


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