I wasted my day again hanging around the market place
leaning on the wall pretending to feel bored
hoping someone would take me for a fool
and offer me a job.
Midday, this brown haired man in his Japanese van
asks if I’d lift a sofa for 20 pounds
(poor fool doesn’t know that money is meaningless to me)
Fell asleep for a moment on the short drive up the hill
and ran away when he stopped for gas.
Y'know that cat you can seeit's in your mind.
To say one thing and to mean another
I held my hands and they felt fantasticI tasted my tongue..
My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavementI remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia...
Those mountains came closertoday whilst your pale face browns,and ideas ( concrete or abstract )curl towards you nonchalantlylike a metaphor.