The Ghost of Hunger to Come

Poor boy eats like a starving beast
He remembers when there was none
Again such a day may come
The thought spurs him on
The ghost of hunger to come
Without satisfaction
Like a starving beast the poor boy eats
Long after hunger is gone

A sunrise of glory
Gold fire in the blue
A perfect day starting for you
Mine will be spent in the grey tennament
Flames in the sky bring no joy to my eye
For what is a day spent that way
I lower my eyes
Turning away

Seratonin ran dry but I can rely
The bottle erases the past
And fear of a future so vast
Is silent in the moment
For as long as the moment may last

The Sot

On a bus I met one day

A drunken sot who dared to say

That my case and suit and tie

Was offensive to his eye

He mumbled out profanities

He spat and spluttered

Coughed and wheezed

As though to ride upon a bus

Was purely for the drinking class

As he muttered and he swore

Offended by the things I wore

The folly of his case was plain

All his funds went down the drain

And who's to say and who can know

How quickly could the Sot's funds grow

If to booze he did not choose

But spent his money on clean trews.

Flotsam & Jetsam

Can't remember what its all about
Turned-on tuned-in dropped-out
Love was free for half a century
But I'm still paying for the LSD
Weed and hepatitis C
And the voices keep me company

Grubby tartan - kind'a fuzzy
Where a Mohawk used to be
Tats on saggy wrinkled skin
And one too many piercings
A vaguely shadowed memory
And the voices keep me company