Shop

Shop

there is a time
there is a shop
selling things by the dozen
there is a ship
on a strange sea
there is a girl with lip
and then, there is you and me
in this shop
sits a magical box
inside is a tunnel
that never stops
deeper and deeper
the more you sleep
the more you miss her
and her pearl
there is this time
which we jumped
like exams at school
i flunked,
but it does not matter
because the more –
you sleep with her
the more you will need her
go back to the shop
and buy the box
and disappear into time forever
it is a strange existence
it may be better



James Garratt – July 1995