We met - strangers - one day in the same old room
We'd always haunted
We dove right in, I guess - we two
Told each other all we knew about ourselves
Upon seeing you again after a week all alone and to myself,
I am once again struck by your youness,
The all encompassing Sparkle and Wit of your mind.
Maybe it is true: we all hate home,
I know at times I've hated life here.
Golden apple in the sky,
Look at me as I go by,
Forward Time! steady drummer,
Never stop and never rest.
Surrender spring, relinquish summer,
At your worst and at your best.
We romantics should not be allowed to fall in love,
It is a most unhealthy and unbecoming thing,
And looks bad on almost anyone.
I am no prophet, nothing special,
I do not even believe in your Chemical Kingdom!
But I am certain, fairly certain, Mr. Marley would hate you too,
Were he here (oh irony of ironies!) to see the fear,
Why are you so perfect?
Wherefore are your fanciful words,
And coloured allusions springing from?
On which cloud do your metaphors float with such grace,
Death and an angel embraced each other in the hotel lobby,
As I, startled, fumbled vaguely towards the chain of payphones.
They trembled far and wide and stared through designer shades
that covered their pupils (miles high) ,
Fly by high your noon, yes,
For tray be told float down.
Hold up silvery moon, yes,
For never a smile did frown.