In the portal horizontal split, here on the inside, outside seems so far away.
Am I grey or am I blue?
Someone turned the lights on
Red, Green and Yellow-
Poor rockers waiting for the summertime blues.
Quartet of happiness, my complete family
Purchased with love and three packets of gum.
One came down from the stage, leaving my three to survive.
Mad woman wailing with her Tambourine!
The trio played on as my ship sank in its preordained bottle.
Then the bass player, slicked back and Sun glassed,
Packed up and left,
Taking just three steps to heaven.
The remaining duo, content by Canteras beach,
(Though not content with the content;)
He became self-indulgent
Knocking himself out with platitudes and attitudes.
Did you see her attack my Fedora?
It dogged him.
So the guitarist left, citing musical differences
And the need for organic crisps and a visit to Rome.
So I stood alone on the stage – Keyboard master,
Just me and my organ of change, wallowing in self-pity.
For a while happiness flowed without responsibility,
Stark urban contrast.
So cute, she said, just like me.
Feeling alone in the feckity feck of a world.
Gaia they don’t want me.
What´s freedom babe?
I decided to end the concert
Wondered if anyone would notice-
They were all talking over my music anyway;
So I stopped playing.
They waxed lyrical for two days,
Then they said
¨where has the flower gone? ¨
The bottle was empty; the cupboard was bare.
Now I sit in my chair
And always I stare
At the box the lies by the fire;
A man with no hair
Is talking in there
And now I can see she´s a liar.