The lights here are down
Your crown lies unadorned
In time of scrub and thorn
Pour scorn on sweet surround
Darkness knocks at my door
Holds herself steady by my window
In the yard
A quiet candlelit conversation
I have no way of explanation
To explore is purely conducive
The reduction in pace
Is surely partly seduced
By tips of steel on stone
In this place not home
Roams the mind, kindly
Sign the art as untouched
We said as much didn't we
On the way to implication
That to explore is conducive
To the boy child’s birth-bed
Dark of night outside
All along the sea front’s fret
Pain, anger, joy, touch
Delirium, care, guidance
Parents to be by chance
Uselessness personified
Seaside, dark of night outside
All along the promenade
Mystic; myths in the making
Aching to scream; yes, yes
Father, son and mother
Uselessness exonerated
I can see my fingers
But little is self evident beyond
I can hear my shirt ruffle
But no sounds of air conditioning
I could think of precise moments
Yet delve instead into beautiful emotions
I could tell of powerful interruptions
Yet instead I sell rights to curious commotions
Aircraft engines are louder in the silence
Joyful conviviality is drowned out
By the absence of light or movement
The shadow-puppets loom with menace
A table for eight my dear
We were a little late, but no matter now we're here
A bottle of your best white wine, mon frier
& a pint of finest, frothy, German beer
Our bodies warm to one another
Arousal is imminent
We stroll to the beach-side bar
Quaff the ice cold draught Peroni
Served in their neat one pint glasses
We listen to upbeat feel good music
You and me girl, now and always
We are the good time bar people