One foot crooked resting against the wall
tracktop halfzipped on July evening
curiously excited that this night is our big goodbye
* my name is Neil I am a beatnik I do not wear socks *
It is symbolic of my liberation
and waiting for you ten past twenty past
risk a trip to the main road and think about
buying a calming drink, a soothing elixir of superstrong fuel
no one would know no one would care
but inspect the hospital building and hurry back
in case you've arrived (you haven't)
They did say Ravenscourt Park didn't they
and there is just the one exit isn't there
and they did say seven o'clock
reconsult the A-Z crunched in my pocket where
the hell are they, stop thinking stop thinking too much
you'll become overwired
Learn to cloooose the mind of its ceaseless chatter
I am coooool now and cannot afford
to display aspects of fret and fuss
I don't want no botheration round me
lighten up n tighten up, Neptune Titan stars can frighten ...
where are my jazz glasses
the Indian cousin took them to the Isle of Wight
we went with the pockmarked Austrian waiter
pretended to be spies
sniggering twerps of the highest secret order
and someone to ashamed to use the pee pee
ate five Big Macs in the rain, and
Someone must be watching me from those windows
dumb waiter whispering to myself
the very perspicuity of marsylph
and pacing in a 10-step radius gravel cage
scan the latest embarkees
for the bounching chestnut hare
I have the impertinence to call 'mine'
the temerity to define as 'girlfren'
although this definition is rapidly approaching its expiry date
and you are curiously excited
- where is the park, where is the river,
where is the stacked Welsh ladieees flat we are towards heading -
You are undeniably elated
rampant with rocketing of the hormones
the light breeze wending and what is wending
its way beneath your skimpy top
and playing upon the ripening nipples oh pleeeeeeeeeese
And it is curious because tomorrow
there will be the biggest
fattest nothingness you have ever known
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