Come now like the rain,
With your cold tin roof acclaim,
Into the haunted house,
Of the nobody mouse,
With the tom cats and the spectres,
And an empty room of hecklers.
Waiting out this storm of tears,
For the halcyon days…..

To reclaim your fears.

Before we rip ourselves to pieces,
Let me hold you still tonight
With my one good eye –
Let me tell you what I see,
Before they make a meal of me.

I see a pussy –

Your tomorrow’s are my todays.
Who will listen if the piper plays?
Will it be pieces or swallowed whole,
They can have my body –
But they can’t have my soul.