A poem a day into the millennium
6 October 1999

So Much For Pretending

 
here on the edge
everybody is walking
telling the truth
without doing much talking
I could pick your pockets
while you pick my brain
dogs in the manger
man in the middle
who lit your rocket?
who brought you pain?
take off your clothes
take off for the coast
you can answer the riddle
when you go insane
a piece of the action
a startled  reaction
I'll pick your pocket
you catch the train