Not A Trout

I am not a trout, to be played until I'm weary, then cut loose, with a scarred lip to remember you by.

I am not a trout.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Bewitched

 

Her legs,

Magic wands,

Casting spells

That turn me

Into

An idiot.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

This Christmas Morn

 

On this Christmas morn 

I await,

As an innocent

But convicted,

Condemned man awaits,

The sound of the drum 

Of the hangman. 

I await 

The strike of the clock,

The time to walk 

From my cell

To join my family

For lunch.

Parkstreet

Tap

 

When I think of her I could weep,

But I

Am an old

Broken

Garden

Tap,

With a correctly sized spanner

Attached

By a piece 

Of wire. 

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

In The Morning

 

In the morning I was covered in tiny silver paw prints, as if a newly minted kitten had frolicked all over my dreams then fallen asleep beside me, breathing her warm shiny joy into my ear until her gentle tinkling woke me.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

The Politics Of Failure

Delivering a speech

In an empty town hall,

In an electorate

Of no one,

In a city of distraction,

In a nation of indifference.

The politics of failure,

Life.

Parkstreet

Blues, Not Art (lyrics)

 

(vocal)

It’s blues, not art, it’s just a song

It’s blues, not art.

It’s true that my heart feels like pain in the dark

But it’s blues, not art.

It’s just how I’m feeling

When my love’s coming down.

(spoken)

So I’m drinking in the bar where dreams go to die

Just looking for a woman to tell me some lies.

Oh lips and eyes and hips and thighs,

The song lives, beauty dies.

It’s just how I’m feeling 

When my love’s coming down.

Give me this day my daily bread,

Music is the stuff keeps jah love fed.

My doctor tells me I’m clinically dead,

‘Cos all the blood runs to my heart, none to my head.

It’s just how I’m feeling,

When my love’s coming down.

It’s blues, not art, it’s just a song

It’s blues, not art.

It’s true that my heart feels like pain in the dark

But it’s blues, not art.

It’s just how I’m feeling

When my love’s coming down.

Blues, Not Art is a minor key blues, played in a tangoish sort of style. 

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi