Why would you put those words together
You know; I love you, you make me laugh
Then you say you want to stay forever!
Christ, how much fun then is that to be
Sorry, yes I know
That blasphemy is not de rigueur
For only yesterday I spoke with the Jehovah’s
Though I thought they were unsure
Your words, usually a complete sentence
With a subject and a meaning
And sometimes even the trick
Of an hidden snare
I remind you
John Clare walked into
Or out of
The insanity sanatorium
With wind blown hair
Or maybe he did
Or maybe he did not
I have no way of knowing
You said to meet at six
I heard the clock strike seven
Oh what a dick, caught up in the thick fog
Of my own monotone monologues
I ring you on the mobile
Text to say I love you
Blow kisses out the window
Thrash around in a panic and a sweat
Why would I put these words together
You know; I love you, you make me laugh
Just then to look at the photograph of you
Sliding down the wires backwards
