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Simon Green
Without You.
Without You
The birds would sing
'Alone and foresaken'
Each time I left the house
Without You
Orchids would spit poisonous venom
At anybody that came near
Without You
Al Green would be tone deaf
And sing
'Let's not bother'
Without You
The biting wind
Would bite at the legs of small children
Without You
It would forever be
The 20th January 1969
Without You
The Smiths would reform
With Robbie Williams taking the place of Morrissey
Without You
The blues would be pitch black
Without You
Children would go to sleep at night
And dream of a career in the civil service
Without You
Fountains in public parks
Would emit raw sewage
Without You
Every message inside fortune cookies would read
'All is doomed'
Without You
Noodle bars would serve sour and sour
And Without You
There would be routine without hope.
Just like old
Lawrence of Arabia.
The kid flew past me
On his bright yellow chopper.
He had the kind of look
That a child might have
Should he come home early from school one day
To find his Mother
Necking and groping on the couch
With some weasel-faced old geezer
Whilst his Father is busy
Scratching around for oil
Dressed up like Old Lawrence of Arabia
In the desert somewhere near Bahrain
When the summer is approaching in England in 1975.
Sirens.
He had been careless
And had lost his wife again.
This time she'd take the kids
With the stereo and T.V
Move to a quiet calmer place
And a million miles away.
He hitched up a ride
And lost his marbles
In the stormy waves of the sea.
The sirens call majestically.
Your Helen she now lies
In the cold embrace of others
Engaged in marathon liasons
With olympian born lovers.
The Wise One.
From under the table
She slipped
Her foot out of her shoe
And like a kitten curled it round
A
slender ankle
Upto the Knee.
And with her chin
Almost pressed
Down into her chest
She studied him with blue eyes
Much wiser than
He would ever learn to be.
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