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Everything clumsy slow-motion, I look for the source. Buildings loom up like icebergs On collision course. I don't want to go in there, I just want to be alone, Unpick the stitches of time In London In the no-go zone. I've been kicking around like a dog, Lost myself in the blank mass of fog, It's some kind of service. All humanity's fall-out is there, Slumped in doorways And m..

Time for a change: I felt bad, things looked strange. Home, home on the range... Yes, it's time for a change. "Well, young man, when you grow up What do you want to be?" "Please, sir, if that's alright I'd really rather like to learn how to be me." Switch on the light, Getting late, almost night. A shilling puts you right, You can switch off the night. The world was looking st..

All men are born equal at the moment they arrive... Check the limbs and senses we require to survive. But some come deaf and dumb and blinded, Some have damage to their brains: Parents constantly reminded That they'll never play the normal children's games. They may not be normal, But they're people just the same. If Christ had been born defective to fulfil the Father's plan W..

You can see in the last light that's graced as dawn that there's nothing in my heart but pain as I stand, facing sea, knowing that you're gone… all the elements rage to explain that I should really be on my way but there is something which ensures I must stay. Beneath the roar of the seething surf, beneath the caterwaul of scattered call wind thoughts and gestures unspoken, ..

Been alone so long That I've forgotten what it's like To feel somebody next to me And hear her breathing peacefully When I wake up at night. Been alone so long That I've forgotten what to say If I meet somebody who Might easily resemble you I smile, but look away... I look away. Been alone so long That I've forgotten what to do: How to make the whole thing right And how to hel..

Genuflection, erection in church. Sacristy cloth, moth-eaten shroud. Secret silence, sacred secrets Accumulate dust, aggravate the eye. Incautious laughter after confession. Benediction, fictional fear. Hidden faces...Grace is a name, Like Chastity, like Lucifer, like mine. You took me through the window-stain, Drowned in image, incense, Choir-refrain and slow ecstasy. I'd emb..

I promise you, I won't leave a clue: no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe. Still a steady trail to the water's edge - I will keep my pledge to the end; I intend to go free No more rushing around, no more travelling chess; I guess I'd better sit down, you know I do need the rest... Yes, it's time to resign with equanimity and placidity from the game. I can't explain; I ca..

Spring came far too early this year: May flowers blooming in February. Should I be sad for the month, or glad for the sky? The birds don't know which way to sing and, my friend, neither do I. Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved suddenly didn't seem to matter at all. Should I sing sad farewell to things I'm really glad I've left behind? The birds don't know which way t..

So here we are, alone - our children have grown up and moved away. living their own lives, they say... it all seems very strange to me. I don't understand their ways: our children amaze me all the time and I often wonder why they make me feel so sad and suddenly old. Now we're left with an empty home, from our nest all the birds have flown for foreign skies. We're discarded, o..