I’m not the horse, I’m the charioteer But I’ve got no reins so I don’t know how to steer The oyster shell on my desk ain’t got no pearl Throw it back in the ocean, we’ll give it another whirl Japanese brush on my page Characters all filled up with sage The orange of the desk lamp hums, With the dumb moth like bum with his face all glum Ch ch charcoal traintracks, who bring towns towns folk to the city and city muck to the meadows Roll that 8 ball lets see which way it points Parker on the scene Get in and see what’s in Charlie’s dream Sketch, ketch tomato on paper Bye for now, see you later
Artwork courtesy of Fergus Byron-Low
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