The lazy lick of patent poverty
was to them a thing of small import
They quite forgot its sting of misery
delirious in their own private sport
...
A spaceship launched in Cyrus-3
is zooming in on us
as you ride to evening school
in the yellow bus
...
Ding dong The gong goes Long lazy evening To a close
Day was fun
Grey and black
...
This that addles the brain
is not of opium or some such stuff
It has a special recipe:
Stardust and cuckoo eggs
...
Suddenly the royal mantle of life slips away
It is evening, I
gathering close the cosy cloak of daily ennui
step out into the drizzle
...
The Daring Ones
The lazy lick of patent poverty
was to them a thing of small import
They quite forgot its sting of misery
delirious in their own private sport
He sprayed her with the fine mist of the sea
lit by countless diamonds from the sun
She ran to him arms high in memory
of deep lovemaking chased by childlike fun
They loved to lie so close in yellow sand
their hearts awash in wild and wistful waves
until the ocean grew too large for land
and coaxed them in to visit her cosy caves
Still today when I put out an ear
and for a moment still the swirling greed
over the sea I think I faintly hear
lambent laughter ride a champion steed