I don’t remember inviting you back to this table
Hide your tears and scars under old stories
Relentless searching through other people’s
All I know is your the cover image
on photographic Return slip without a name
if I trace your story back I found nothing
but negatives of people with burst balloons
There’s no real story here.
of which I can write even if I read your hand
I might as well try reading rings on palm trees
as there’s nothing apart from clouded stars.
Can you read my shorten hand that started
before a ride around a wall to cheat life and death
searching in the wrong town if you want the Albert hall.
A coin for the fastest train to a clock
mentioned on a gramophone
And follow rainbow lines crossed.
Just don’t spend it on sugared laces
or fall asleep whilst reading about
Nebula or you’ll miss the chance.