Westgate to the Grey

FinsburyParkCarrots

Spooning the cream
from your little white bowl
Hunched over frail
in your oversize shawl
You're glancing at me
with those old prefab eyes
As you ask about dances
They're doing these days

I don't know:
From Westgate to the Grey
I only know what you play
I only see what you show



Glottal stop: headbowed:
Weighing the air
And making me squint
Through the weight of your stare:
You've got down the timing:
You're making the play
and giving me room
So I know what to say

But

I don't know:
From Westgate to the Grey
I only know what you play
I only see what you show



Fireworks:
Kids on the pavement outside:
I can't drink this coffee
(That's a face I've to hide):
Five day return
and it's too late to ride:
You ask me to stay
And there's those friends I've defied


I DON'T KNOW
From Westgate to the Grey
I only know what you play.
I only see what you show.




Finsbury Park Carrots

FinsburyParkCarrots

Seeing as on the other thread, there was a request for more lyrics, I thought I'd resurrect this lost dog from the Message Pit archives. Thanks.

FinsburyParkCarrots

And, although I don't like to keep posting, I realised that to get this poem from about thread 879 up to near the other, recent thread, I have to type a new post. Sorry, Kat and Sea! I don't want to spam, or anything!