My life's been fine without you -- really has.
A Belgian bar has opened in the square,
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there,
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast!
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols,
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls!
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past?
Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain,
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees,
I think of you. This sadness preordained,
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange:
and I know then. Some things will never change.
My life's been fine without you -- really has.
A Belgian bar has opened in the square,
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there,
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast!
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols,
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls!
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past?
Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain,
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees,
I think of you. This sadness preordained,
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange:
and I know then. Some things will never change.
Watching the Jacaranda tree
Pollarded for the season
Just like the devils hands
Reaching up, but for what reason?
They are waiting to catch the unsuspecting
Waiting for them too fall
Under the jacaranda tree
Waiting for them all.
Its trunk a boney arm
Its branches outstretched to clasp
Waiting for the unfortunate ones
Those that don’t know how to ask.
Ask for forgiveness, for their wanton ways
The devil Jacaranda, watching those that play
They fall under his tree, his boney fingers then grab
He takes you down to hell, for some it’s not too bad
For those that fell short
And those their soul did sell
Avoid the Jacaranda tree
It’s your passage way to hell
© 27/01/2012
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