Arnold
Pen strokes awake to smoke drifting far away
Smoke over mountain passes
Staining plains bought with molasses
Awake to stoke the boilers for to cruise
Arnold
Losing skilful classes, evening study, lads and lasses
Turning thoughts from study days to discotheques
Biblioteques for the masses
Clues that cruise among the shuffling stiletto shoes
Arnold
Choosing or being chosen
Stealing or being broken
Your words are my words spoken
Your solitudes are the lines I’ve chosen
Arnold
Opening and closing, in between a depth of reason
A season writing without love or muse to guide you
Ships across continents, sun and moon survive you
Choke, poke the cinders; one last fire, beside you
Arnold
Before the dark side, over away an swoon
Centuries apart, loves lost lying lonesome
Walking some solitary path from madness
Crazy diamond, life giving island, reflected moon
