Anyway murder they say
 Please murder
 My face was watching braille dogs
 Hammering out belonging to the sky
 Their wings form shutters
 From Alan's window
 The incense drifts past the skins and shells
 Ruby waves goodbye
 And runs to the valleys
 That are beautiful
 And drenched with rain and colours
 And green was that blood then
 The sap of monsoons and butterflies
 When I was small the red flowers opened
 And I broke letters and dreamed
 Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz
 4 or 5 decades later
 I am some Egyptian face
 Was I in Luxor carving my name?
 Was I binding cats with kindness and saws?
 The green glass stinks with ash
 In the broken windows
 Remembered bodies
 Fill the streets with novels
 And the brave boys pass by
 
 In brave pontoons
 And mark graves
 With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles
 What was the lie in your showboat?
 Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights
 Calling you to statis? Or murder?
 Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers?
 The cats lie under pink lights
 And see themselves as ponies with fur
 Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late
 And says ecce homo an
 I was not the creator at the dawn or evening
 But the trains walk by to Toytown
 And call for fares from the wooden front
 You and I were walking the calypso
 Howling for teatime
 At teatime the conquistadors and matadors
 Are salvators and astronauts
 The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury
 Anyway murder they say
 Anyway murder