The Falsity of Self-Delusion Part I

A screaming sound from nearby wakes you.
The ringing in your ears

Only serves to deceive you.
The cockerel in the yard only serves to wake you.

A jettisoned cabaret glares you.
Some photograph of a graph
That dares you.
Your hair is all that matters to you.

When I walk away towards you
The autograph in Dusseldorf
Deplores you.
My fingernails do more than tear you.

When that man we know is near you,
The ancient autobus
Endears you
To films unmade, compiled for you.

The bridges in the distance beckon you
To homelands far to
Even touch you.
Beyond the stars there's nothing for you.

A handbag badge will identify.
The secret kiss that
Satisfies you.
Head-to-head with me to touch you.

You hardly know me, you seem to care for me, you seem to like me.
I like you too.


Birmingham, early 1986 - to OW.