Not saying much
Distrought reasons flexing muscles over bone and lesions
That appear through closed windows the flute playing a music
You look like Lionel Richie she called and his smile was that broad
He took out his teeth and left them while they stranded him on islands in the bare channel
The lute played a distant melody and the snake charmers queued for manchesters
The man with a cane struck the ground and wept as his sight returned and his vision left
The dog at the corner stuck his head around the dimensions in space where he sat
Speaking at the whole human race, he say speaking and nobody could listen
He said all the things that they needed to know about the end of the world and
The infusion of truth into a future based on the colour of the fruit
The lamented passing and the bitter harvests of spring
The revolving loud mouthed ancient kind of dancing thing
The man who escaped from the bundle of shells
The hooded compartments that narrowed his vowels
They sat in the danger and loosened their belts
The past was so vast that they could not restrain themselves
The marks were so deep that the air bled foul
And the circuits were dead so they sang somehow
Now the reeds sling themselves over the darkness of the welts
In the skin that appear after his cruel words leaked down
He sings in the bathroom holding an umbrella to his mouth