Trash
Can Sam (Crommie)
Friday
morning nine fifteen
A bundle
of boy was born
To be
taken away
And sold
for scrap
Her first
day was forlorn
She became
a man
Morphed
again to she
As years
and years rolled on
Screaming
comedians psychically
Knew it
all along
Trash can
Sam
Had a
master plan
Stared it
straight in its third eye
Threw away
the script
At a
partial eclipse
Sidled
with a Russian spy
Trash can
Sam
Drew her
frying pan
Aiming it
at the sky
Loaded the
pan with bacon back
To shield
the sun from her eyes
Friday
evening twelve thirteen
The silver
men unseen
She’ll be
taken away
In a
flying machine
Her first
day on the job
City
of Industry
(departure) (Crommie)
Have you
seen gas fires burn?
Glass and
steel, broken shards
The
concrete columns spurn
Send the
black plume towards
Say
goodbye – wave to the fading light
Say hello
– become the dark of night
Wild
dreams are making up
For future
lost time
Monochrome
morn erupts
The sepia
sky shines
Say
goodbye – wave to the fading light
Say hello
– become the dark of night
Slow-ticking
time bomb
Unnatural
start
The last
metallic echo
As we
depart
Wave
goodbye in the rear-view mirror
No
Room to Dream (Crommie)
The other
day
I saw you
on the avenue
Your face
so familiar
Like
someone I once knew
Winter
wind wailed
As broken
stars fell
When the
empty moon rose
I
remembered our tale
There is
no room to dream
There is
no room to dream
We lost
our way
And the
trail fell cold
Muted bell
disconnected
Silent souls
were sold
The last
thing I heard
Was the
line is going dead
What were
you thinking?
Was it
something I said?
There is
no room to dream
There is
no room to dream
Throwing
Bones (Crommie)
First time
tricked me
With a
crooked smile
My mind
never mattered
To those
guttersnipes
Went to
the altar
With
outstretched arms
To embrace
the angels
Of the
reptile farm
Cut me
some slack
I’m a
civilized man
Throwing
bones
Second try
left you
High and
dry
Swallowed
your savings
Once you
paid the fine
Cut me
some slack
I’m a
civilized man
Throwing
bones
Third
thrown die
Failed to
charm
Now I’m
left limping
With a
broken arm
Cut me
some slack
I’m a
civilized man
Throwing
bones
Fourth
number finally
Made a
lucky score
Beat me
like a broom
On the
concrete floor
Played snake
eyes
Like a
deuce in Bangalore
Fled with
a firehose
To seasick
shores
Cut me
some slack
I’m a
civilized man
Throwing
bones
Calm
Before the Storm
(Crommie)
Spears of
fire
The
thunder of Thor
Greet the
pilgrims
Bloody
shores
Is this
the calm
Before the
storm?
Is this
the calm
Before the
storm?
Snow of
fallout
Rain of
glass
Dawning
nights
Have come
to pass
Is this
the calm
Before the
storm?
Is this
the calm
Before the
storm?
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