Night is long

Computer image of the past
comes in flashes and it flickers
it doesn't hurt now as it's passed
and it's a fool who goes and bickers

      about what's gone
      and what's been done
      the night is long
      and sleeping wrong.

When your swimming turns to drowning
there's nothing left to do but clowning
discussing everything you dream
and dreading tales 'bout her and him

       refr.


nov. 1984