All Cut Up
No longer young
but still howling in the subway
pond'ring frailty of words
throwing poetry and watches off the roof
Still racing death
cigarettes no longer lighted
dressed for lunch but habits show
hear, the wind blows traces of the tambourine
Now look at you, kid
where did you go
your shoes can tell the tales
of all the windings of the road
Now look at you, kid
where have you been
was it just words or Blakean visions
that you've seen
All out of time
on holyboy and madman road
alone along the way
where life is faster than a heart can beat
Not giving in
another dance beneath the diamond sky
spinning ceaselessly
mixing pop and politics with poetry
