Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in my private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the license
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptized in tears from the real
Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat-race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition
The albatross courtship marrytime tradition
Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck
From the Time-Life guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties
While I'm cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real
The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
This magdalene contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat
A son of the swastika of '45, parading a peroxide standard
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess
A knight for embankments folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease-stained roll-call
Linger with the
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