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