Circa Nineteen Sixty-Four
The black-eyed menace lurks
behind the wall in nineteen sixty nine
dylan sung about them all
the last swing before the war
circa nineteen sixty four
a million murders to commit
the ten thousand children too
plug into the popular scene
their energy feeds the publicity machine
circa nineteen sixty four
rain begins to pour
circular graffiti makes martyrs of the cause
little time to relax, rewind and pause
bound in tape and glass and paint
abandoned in the nearest fire grate
circa nineteen sixty four
rain begins to pour
on a solitary whore
lain to waste burning to ash
accompanied by a chord, one of the last
her back to me, endless shoulders with no face
a genderless description left alone
tears forming pools, oil separates from the mace
circa nineteen sixty four
last years before the war
rain never pours
on an innocent whore
behind the wall in nineteen sixty nine
dylan sung about them all
the last swing before the war
circa nineteen sixty four
a million murders to commit
the ten thousand children too
plug into the popular scene
their energy feeds the publicity machine
circa nineteen sixty four
rain begins to pour
circular graffiti makes martyrs of the cause
little time to relax, rewind and pause
bound in tape and glass and paint
abandoned in the nearest fire grate
circa nineteen sixty four
rain begins to pour
on a solitary whore
lain to waste burning to ash
accompanied by a chord, one of the last
her back to me, endless shoulders with no face
a genderless description left alone
tears forming pools, oil separates from the mace
circa nineteen sixty four
last years before the war
rain never pours
on an innocent whore
© Jim Steel 2010