Clandestine Openings Like That
Meet me in the arboretum
Under the yum-yum tree
The heads we wore on Easter Island
Seem almost irrelevant now
In the evanescence of the sea
Meet me in the glass house
Or I'll be rude to you
And wash your filthy linen
In polychlorinated biphenyls
In the square where your kiss first I knew
Meet me by the goldfish pond
The small one, with the gnome
The cake we ate on Easter Sunday
Seems every bit as stale
As the chocolate egg we left at home
Meet me in the afterlife
And bring your auntie's cat
And watch the fishy women
Rise again to the bate
In the pond where the shark once sat
Meet me in the Astrodome
Where minstrels fear to tread
The astroturf is dying
The jester sideline casting
Sweet perfume upon the dead
Dammit, just meet me somewhere!
I assume you still exist!
I saw your ascension
Are you capable of feeling
How odd you should mention...
Why do I feel an extension?
Contributors: | Irene, Kansas Sam (from a film), Andy Hinds, Beefy, Apsley, chaise, loaf, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Roland, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 22nd February 2004 by Anon.. |