A Poet and a Loose Goose
A Poet and a loose goose
A beam with an empty noose
Ramshackle existence, ravens chuckle
Spiders webs hang, slumbering on wood
Ultimately crisp bags, packets half eaten
Meat shrinking in the oven
Lino on it, some Hebrew words slouch
Gusts and sunlight, and a low offer
Your good Enough, to stick to two
With your multiple choices, bottling it
No then, romping home
After thirty five years
An hour glass, swings on a string
Your in a dark corner, with an odd couple
Gypsy millennium, in a decade in Switzerland
There you go, smashing, there you go
