Τετάρτη, 25 Ιανουαρίου 2012

A muse to a dying poet (part 2)







Who ever said it was written in the stars
Tonight it’s written on his feet
An invisible map
Points to where lovers meet

Lines fading fast
Ink running past
Tears on the pavement

Stumble upon a
A conversation between
An educated drunk
And a Camden punk
Un phased by this predicament
Round these ends it’s not unusual
A candy shop of crazies
Lazies, who wake at dark
Greeting narcotics
Wish they’d stop accusing me of popping anti psychotics
hypocritical
Give up trying not to be so stereotypical.

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So infectious
And utterly precious the gift you give to me when you are near
A muse. I am Fastidious.

I got a pang for you tonight
I got a pang for you tonight

Love ignites through velvet sky’s
Our bodies a million miles apart
Our Spirits side by side
If its the same moon we see tonight
Look for me
Look for me
I’ll look for you

Draw our names in the stars
Our company… a gentle strumming of guitars

I’m not that far away

Look for me
Look for me
I’ll look for you

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Young girl, old fool

I’m looking in the mirror I used to be you

Young girl, in the mirror

Now I am that fool

Peter Doherty


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