If I smoked a cigarette
I'd take a pack of twenty
If I drank just to forget
I'd make sure I got my plenty
If I chew a liquorice sweet
I'd consume the whole damned packet
If I buy a suit so neat
I'd say, go on; wrap a second jacket
If I washed a sock or two
I'd make oddness from a pair
If I lived like some folk do
I'd stumble to find one so rare
If I loved a love so true
Only then my love would I dare
On the cusp of sleep
There lives the single word
Or the phrases of monogamy
On the upheld unknown journey
Accompaniment is wayward
Yet welcome, bringing to life
Though not to be spoken
It is wielded by the unforgiving saint
On the break of day a pencil
Is gripped before a wipe of the eye
The ringing is all
Inside of the ears, the endless
Tingle of the damned infernal
From one big open space
To another
Down one long road
Without cloud to smother
Headlights, tail lights
Caffeine to recover
The radio plays
He ain’t heavy he's my brother
Into one small room
From another
It'll be breakfast soon
Without your lover
Nor neither his pink Cadillac
Three layers of reflection
Several hues of blue collected
On glazed vases once rejected
Falling tip-toe short of perfection
Three stares into perception
More news of crews defected
On trade cruisers once inspected
Stalling tip-toe short of deception
Three pairs, fares for inspection
Declared their turn is now affected
On laid up messages once again erected
Calling tip-toe short of duties detection
In the triple-glazed condo extension
In place of strife
In a life of opportunity
And always being the last to leave
Not seeing those lost in left behind love
Tastes of freedom, seasons
Of spring, of summer, of autumn
Winters turn, burn
Dumb again, left for reasons of love
Paisley shirts, floppy felt hat
With a touch so intimate
A gait, the trait, it's late
Don't hesitate, imagine that
Yes to fancy being the anchor of love
