Nod in a desolate crib, sometimes in sweet fatigue
sometimes in a fit
Mould from clay and dust a facetious buck
on four fast feet
cry like a scared beast, and you'll see a growing tree
in place of a stub
ride a broken tram, and with your eyes clamped,
you'll see me come up
someone let the train rails to cut right through this town
a broken tram is rolling like thunder through the night
like knife through gullet
i feel better and better, i wanna hear the letter--
but the readers are spent
drink the dripping of thaw from the wrinkled paw
of the she-bear
who will open doors to me, like a scared beast
from a dead stub?
there, in broken tram, with your eyes clamped,
you'll see me come up
Tram
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2016
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