Smoke signals.(diary) 

I will see you all again on a bright 

and sunny day 

When these bad dreams have gone away 

There will be peace at last as golden as 

fleece.

.

Your hear the sound of a beating drum 

But no Madame guillotine.

What world do you live in now 

Is it the one you dreamt about at school 

What world do you live in now 

Is it the one you 

Conceived received believed.

The ticker tape parade has a hollow feel much like the 

Stylised trees I dreamt about the whales carcus is floated up 

for the New York parade 

I cut his strings so he can float back into space. 

the smell of fabricated lies 

Wafting around this place 

I’m as mild as the metal that they bend and shape

The indingous peace pipe is passed around 

We send up smoke signal To warn off the crowd