Saturday, January 28, 2006

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WAITING FOR THEM

What we are sure about
Makes the time go faster
And who doesn't love
Fast time

The minimum a monkey
Carries with him
Is a blow torch
And a powerwasher

Now we present to you
A scene of ordinary drama
And impatience
To feed the grinding machine

That moment of tentative
Starting to waltz
When the morning
Relies on clean feelings

Leads to a dark room
And coal fumes
Say no to a boy
And you feed him for life

But get with the program
And you sing
All across the cobbles
The dimes