His head is spinning with the theory
Between each gig; all is lost.
A gaping hole of anxious self-pity
A drain where once a reservoir stood
His life is measured in monthly cycles
Of moon and Mr. J.P. Morgan
Where once he toiled to change the oceans
Now he moves to follow the flood
It rains with fury this dark Tuesday morning
He works alone in his cosmic man cave
Francis Francis stays red, hot and brewing
3 comments:
"Where once he toiled to change the oceans/Now he moves to follow the flood."
Great line.
Nice work, brother-man....
Thanks NP, I like it myself. Maybe it is the 'significant' birthday I have coming up, or the zeitgeist of the times, but there seems to be a sea change a coming.
TB -- Appreciate the visit. Feel free to contribute some of your own work.
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