Category Archives: Fiction

The last leaves

 

All you people
Seem so strange to me
Hiding your hearts
Beneath your fickle opaque
Skin

Your all busy talking
About how your change the world
I’m sick of talking whilst our thoughts
And actions go unobserved

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free

All you people rushing around
I’ve no time to talk now
My heads stuck in these clouds
You told me to stop dreaming
But what else can I do
The day we stop dreaming
The sky falls in on me and you

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free

Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound,
I see you standing there lost amongst the crowd
Whisper quietly now don’t you make a sound
I see you standing there lost amongst the trees

Let’s float away on this autumn breeze
And what will be will be
How lonely to be that last tree
Standing alone but free

Rice paper cookie conker drumming that boy can play the Jazz How can a jazz timing be played wrong

Rice paper cookie treats

drumming those spoons

that man can play the Jazz

and keep a beat

How can a jazz timing be played wrong

even if you speed it up or slow it down

like a cassette playing and rewinding at

super fast dub speed

I’m now on the step all I do is wrong

it’s the pits the machine chewed it

and now it’s like a plate of spaghetti

These home made recorded songs

on little microphones

conkers on strings

well it’s like flipping a coin

for the your right I’m wrong

solitary solutions

either that or Rock Paper Scissor song