Bach For The Barren Poem by Darryn John Murphy

Bach For the barren and a bottle of red
Feel the pulse beat within that tangled web
Ha to the he and a bottle of glee
Where is the sky, I said to he

Boom for the bellow a bowl full of jell-o
What could you say to this funny old fellow

Bowl full of biscuits and a bucket of rye
Some silly man believed he could fly
Gable if giggle but don’t you try
Unless you lose you’re willing to cry

Try if you must and forget the trill
Unlike your siblings jack and Jill
And forget the tails of that fateful hill
Senseless scurry for a pointless thrill

As I watched from the window of that empty train
I saw a young woman dancing in the rain
How silly it was, as I bucked for the light
As I slip on the pillow and to you a goodnight