it is a world –
of funfairs
dancing ladies
and playful bears
not much to do

i just wish you would see yourself
as i and others do
but those pesky parents
put an oil smear on your view
i like coming home to you

you are the street lighting
outside this very home
and,
i can only be in love with you
in the only way i know how

what is your secret
respectability
is fine
for the artiste
for societal cool

i can feel –
the presence,
but it is in the past
she fades,

what is enough
for modern generations
what will,
stop us feeling sick
cure our common cold

the woman
with a coat
who wants to be a grown up
but cannot float

you follow conformity
yet it has,
made them deeply
unhappy
and dependent on tablets

burst bubbles
cancel parades
rebel,
against the days
change the names on signs