Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Like a book never read


Like a book never read
I smell stale damp like fag ash
But my spine isn’t thread-
Bare, I’ve got plenty of time.

To find my fairy-tale, flare…
I’ve gone from flared jeans
To strait leg, to bootleg,
To drain pipes.
And all the way back again.
Fashion changes but never I.

Like a book never read
I smell stale pretty damp like fag ash
But my spine isn’t thread-
Bare, I’ve got one or two more chapters.

For you to find my cap and feather
No matter the weather
I just a simple lucky fella…
Now, you’ve booked marked me for the night.

Oh, yes now you’ve found my fairy-tale, flare…
I’m just simply a lucky fella…
With a feather in my cap without a care
For mine thread bare broken spine
Cause with you I’ve I’ve got plenty of time.

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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