The tattooed shank is in the news again
While Hyena man laughs,
and the echoes are reflected,
through the happy streets.
Narcissus kisses the mirror,
and the wind sounds like one long sigh into the night.
There is a knock at the door
But there is no door.
Men with umbrellas fall from the sky
Landing on the smiling face of Dick Turpin.
But in the end
‘Keep it light’
Like when nature reverses the night.