Places

Places

  Places I’d like to tell you of the places I’ve been. I’ve been to London to visit the Queen. When I arrived she wasn’t home. I think it’s because I forgot to phone. I went to Memphis to see the King. When I got there he wasn’t in. Someone said the King was dead. But I’m sure he was just asleep in his bed. I flew to Berlin to see the wall, But when I got there, there was nothing at all. Just the Brandenburg Gates big and bold. I’ll search again before I get old. When I went to see the Pope. My luck was out, I felt

A Cure For Insomnia

A Cure For Insomnia

  When someone comes up with a cure for insomnia, they’ll make a fortune. However, until then us night crawlers will continue to be driven mad by the sound of the ticking clock. Two AM  Two in the morning, It’s quiet ‘round here. Two in the morning, There’s no one to hear. Two in the morning, I’ll not make a peep, Two in the morning, I wish I could sleep.   Two in the morning, The clock moves so slow. Two in the morning, Some memories won’t go. Two in the morning, There are secrets I keep. Two in the morning, I wish I could sleep.   Two in the

Metro, Boulot, Dodo

Metro, Boulot, Dodo

Metro, Boulot, Dodo (Train, Work, Sleep)  The alarm clock rings, Shower and dry. Dress and comb, It’s breakfast time. No time to waste, No time to spare. Quick drink of coffee, And straight out the door. Metro, boulot, dodo, Always on the go-go. Never time to go slow, Always time to go Joe. Metro, boulot, dodo. There’s a train to catch, No time to waste. Seven thirty-seven, Oh shit I’m late. Race out the door, Where is the bus? Here it comes, Same faces I trust. Metro, boulot, dodo, Off to work, Oh No! Life’s just like a yo-yo. What’s today, I don’t know. Metro, boulot, dodo. Tuesday, Wednesday, Monday,

Shadows

Shadows

Shadows Shadows meander through the sunshine of my mind – all the time. Casting doubt, despair and grief on daily wonders – how unkind. Twisting, turning, bending, pasting darkness on my light – they are mine. Shifting ever deeply on the thoughts that I would wish – sorrow time. Go away and darken somewhere else I beg. And not be seen – crying time. Stay on then and darken every thought I have that’s gay – please go away. Oh still you cast your darkness even though I’ve begged your grace – it’s another day. Who gave you such permission? Who gave you such a right? – T’is who I