Crushed

"Do not to add club deviations
When we call a hand next time"
He almost shouts louder than the
Glare from the over vivid street furniture
And clambers loosely in
Too much gin [or too little meths methinks]
We all came back from your parents
Arkalor was having a late woggle with the cubs
The brers and bears of youth were punching the lights
Out of each other at the five bells in the old town
Twas a very blowy night and you left me by the garages
A tree fell on me
Not a whole tree but most of it
I said it as if it was nothing but it did hurt
It hurt a lot actually

Do you have a perennial needs
Where good taste forgotten in the brakes
Like common sense and love all misty-ified
And dense presence dances like a satyr
Upon the once chaste lawns cavorting with
The statues
The cab was often steamy late outside the house
The neighbours said it was obscene and snickered
One night she climbed out the window
And danced alluring in my beaming rays

The time we went so fast I almost couldn't stop

The time we skidded down the icy bank
The cold frosts and haws that hid the vertices of
Perished birds and the ventricles of broken trees

These are all rememberings
But alas our ageing chassis
Rusting to the dawn
Are drawn upon the hearse
The charriot of gods awaits us
In another venture
Somewhere else
As we are lightly crushed