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Wishing You Were Here
Beside the zone of traffic cones I sat and warmed my weary bones Outside the mission house And drank a quart of Famous Grouse, As traffic lights reminded me of you; The bleary shades in blinks and fades Like colours bled on razor blades, Auburn love filled up your bed, Then jealous green and angry red, You turned my inner visions black and blue. Beyond the road the shadows strode The drains they filled and overflowed, There’s a scarecrow standing in the park Dealing with the local shark, Closer to the edge he couldn’t be; With whispered jerk and mannered quirk He stammered like a grocery clerk, I sit and watch him close the deal, Spinning like a broken wheel, I wonder if he’s crazier than me. The night zooms in with neon grin, A string of pearls to wrap me in I cannot help but miss you, dear, There’s nothing much to do round here, But cover up the tracks of where I’ll be; My heart retreats with missing beats, The living dead tread on these streets, You couldn’t know how much it hurts, Breaks my heart and disconcerts, How I wish that you were here to gather me.
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