gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch ---
afraid to make the clasp.
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages. Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane. Double-locked
and belted in --- too late to make the clasp.
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload.
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear.
Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
wish good luck.
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses.
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie ---
pretend to make the clasp.
- The Clasp
- Fallen On Hard Times
- Flying Colours
- Slow Marching Band
- Pussy Willow
- Watching Me Watching You
- Seal Driver
- Jack Frost And The Hooded..
- Jack A Lynn
- Mayhem Maybe
- Too Many Too
- Rhythm In Gold
- I Am Your Gun
- Down At The End Of Your R..