I’ll enjoy myself for a while

That’ll take up my time

At the third national bank

Turbines flashing up against those hills



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Converging visions reveal one’s nature
The person who loves the person I love

Like the punishing boy
At the back of the classroom

I have nothing to decide



*



On the floor the kids describe triangles

A row of birds and an angel

Having many they pretend to have few

I’ll slap the fingers of whoever speaks first



*



My heart gone off in a carriage

I have got to get some answers

Or I’m going to do something drastic



*



It would betray too much to share

What he said, ever since

I remember being myself



*



Waiting to see a facial expression
That will show the problem

My heart beating slow like a cow

He was a little girl
Wanting his heart to throb

I could make up this story about him



*



Other people withhold their sympathy for me
Which has a real effect
On my appetite

Dreaming of work in the tough business



*



The inside of a marble makes itself clear, as a dog
Looks down where the tadpoles scattered

I am looking past you, old rain

Streaking down the walls the sun

Shot through again