Simon Green Without You. Without You The birds would sing ‘Alone and foresaken’ Each time I left the house Without You Orchids would spit poisonous venom At anybody that came near Without You Al Green would be tone deaf And sing ‘Let’s not bother’ Without You The biting wind Would bite at the legs of small children Without You It would forever be The 20th January 1969 Without You The Smiths would reform With Robbie Williams taking the place of Morrissey Without You The blues would be pitch black Without You Children would go to sleep at night And dream of a career in the civil service Without You Fountains in public parks Would emit raw sewage Without You Every message inside fortune cookies would read ‘All is doomed’ Without You Noodle bars would serve sour and sour And Without You There would be routine without hope. Just like old
Lawrence of Arabia. The kid flew past me On his bright yellow chopper. He had the kind of look That a child might have Should he come home early from school one day To find his Mother Necking and groping on the couch With some weasel-faced old geezer Whilst his Father is busy Scratching around for oil Dressed up like Old Lawrence of Arabia In the desert somewhere near Bahrain When the summer is approaching in England in 1975. Sirens. He had been careless And had lost his wife again. This time she’d take the kids With the stereo and T.V Move to a quiet calmer place And a million miles away. He hitched up a ride And lost his marbles In the stormy waves of the sea. The sirens call majestically. Your Helen she now lies In the cold embrace of others Engaged in marathon liasons With olympian born lovers. The Wise One. From under the table She slipped Her foot out of her shoe And like a kitten curled it round A
slender ankle Upto the Knee. And with her chin Almost pressed Down into her chest She studied him with blue eyes Much wiser than He would ever learn to be. | 