To the guy with the stained glass fantasy - flipside B

To the guy with the stained glass fantasy

To the guy with the stained glass fantasy,
sitting and sulking with his paper-dream girls,
with pots of chopped olives and slippers of
champagne.
Sigh pretty boy.
She is a dream.

Little man in the ice-cream boat, drifting
dreamland on murky seas, limpid water
washing your feet.
Smile pretty boy.
She walks in shimmering light.

Man made child dozing in downy
bubbles, clutch her hand in slumber.
Sleep pretty boy.
She smiles in radiant beams.

Lonely man, lost, hair twisting
in the wind. Reach
for emptiness reigns.
Sorrow pretty boy.
She leaves in silence.

To the guy with the stained glass fantasy, alone
in your stone cold home. Your paper
cut out dancing for life.
Cry pretty boy.
She is drifting away.

1986

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