Friday, 16 November 2012



I woke up at the synagogue with the Bleeders on the radio
Beneath a wheel, above a dip in the road
I dreamed I flew high up with two birds talking
About the warm summer air flow

A plane over head dipped it’s wings and headed west
Before the van got towed below


The lovers on the blankets, streets paved with gold
Men stood around and women worked hard
Before I lay my weary head down and dream again
Like smoke under the door
Under the door

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