The Noon-time Demon

Romance killed
The colourful painter
At fouroclock
His nextdoor neighbor
Found him sprawled
Over the counter
Eyes like coins
Told a wonderful story
Ages ahead
But miles behind
I’m not sure I wonder
Whether he had made his mind
Was it his time to go?
You find the answer
On a train to Stockholm
Through the alps
Ontop of wasp stings
You have to put up with
The Cavalry storm
At the other end
It’s little wonder
You never seemed happy
Carrying your tool-box
Like it was the world
With an aluminum handle
Temples set watch
With eyes in their sockets
They found themselves
Racing away from the future
Screaming out in fear
Never before had they seen themselves
IN the mirror of
Other people’s minds..