In overview the light expired
and with it went the narrative he\u2019d always craved.
She\u2019d told him once she\u2019d give him
everything he ever needed or his heart desired…
now the darkness descends, that\u2019s the gift she gave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(One of them is for the chop,
one of them assured to flame,
one of them is bound to drop
and they\u2019ll not meet again)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So the last time that he saw her
he didn\u2019t know quite where to look,
taking it for granted she was on her way…
there was no future calling,
no winning tricks remained in play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the last time that they\u2019d meet
and even though he knew this was goodbye for good
he couldn\u2019t tell her,
just couldn\u2019t find the words to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\u2019s done is done,
but nothing\u2019s really over
till she walks away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He never wanted to belong,
longed only to behold.
He felt so strongly all along
he never could stand to be told.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He played his hand out flippantly
but couldn\u2019t hide the tell
his love was free and consequentially
the story\u2019s priced to sell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And as for him he\u2019s not quite sure
he\u2019s worked his passage here entirely blamelessly.
She told him once his fate
could turn around upon a sixpence
but the light\u2019s gone down, time and tide is up
and the money shot\u2019s no longer there to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now the darkness comes
and that\u2019s the only thing he\u2019ll ever get for free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was nowhere special to go
and so they drove round in circles,
hoping somehow to channel the flow
of a night that\u2019s frozen in tempo:
slow, slow, slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Piper smile plays on her lips
and holds him in an iron grip
that promises so much if he\u2019ll just stay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inklings, darling, dark inklings are arcing
through the links between the lines.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And caught up in the moment
he\u2019s so eager to receive the gift she gives
but her smile does not betray
what she might give away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He never wanted to belong,
his hopes were all on hold;
before too long he was been and gone.
He never wanted to be told,
he never wanted to be told.
The story\u2019s set to stay unsold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Home,
he can\u2019t get home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This might have happened
and all that might have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If this hadn\u2019t happened
all that might not have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This might have happened
and all that might have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inklings, darling, inklings of the darkening times
are running through the runes she\u2019s redesigned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inklings, darling, dark inklings
are arcing in the space behind her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He likes this town,
the air is clear, the crime discreet
and he could fit in here a treat
someday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He likes this place,
the streets well swept, the slates all clean,
he\u2019ll fit in with a fresh routine
someday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\u2019d buy a suit,
he\u2019d clip his nails and comb his hair,
he\u2019ll fit in here for sure, he swears
someday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He likes this town,
the air is clear, the crime discreet
and he could fit in here a treat
someday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there it was, he\u2019d met his match,
caught in distraction as she snatched
the keepsake from his hand and she\u2019s away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the Piper Smile\u2019s beginning to erase identity
and the Piper Smile says she\u2019s not really here
and nor is he.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Be careful what you wish for
in case it breaks your heart.
How artlessly he gasped in consternation
as he pricked his thumb upon love\u2019s poison dart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He filtered out the static,
he battened down the hatch
but an itch came crawling all along the surface of his calm demeanour
and he\u2019s powerless to hold back from the scratch.
and his temper\u2019s triggered, there\u2019s no safety catch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fresh out of the starting gate,
bent on the shadows,
bent on a night of escapade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Out of the corner of his eye
something once bright now dim:
an alien clock is locked onto him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So he keeps his attention close,
cloaked deep in silence,
knowing that any fear that he shows will quickly have him ripped apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Could it be just a game? No,
he keeps a measured tread up although
right now they call his name, oh,
how\u2019d they ever know that? And so
now they\u2019re blocking the path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he\u2019s in trouble here, he already knows he\u2019s in trouble here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\u2019s done has been done.
Hung to dry in Kabuki-cho,
left for dead beside the Golden Gai
as his head explodes with treasure trove,
no-one knows just what truth he has come here to hide
as he\u2019s spied in the red light zone,
legs are spread behind the neon signs.
There were threads of gold, the stories told
but no-one knows if he\u2019s ever going to make it out alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Was it just bad timing or some fundamental show of disrespect
that\u2019s brought him here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hung to dry in Kabuki-cho,
he\u2019s made his bed beside the Golden Gai
as his head explodes the question\u2019s posed,
no-one knows just what truth he has come here to buy.
Wonder why he choked, he was in full flow
what he said denied his heartfelt cries
and instead he knows his cover\u2019s blown;
but no-one shows quite how useless the excuse is this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you step into somebody\u2019s house
don\u2019t be too eager to assume you can keep on your shoes.
Better take off those shoes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Drifting through the different cultures,
one licked finger in the air
to check what\u2019s changed and what\u2019s unchanging…
to some surprise the circle\u2019s squared.
Deep down below the currency
a current runs of which he\u2019s unaware.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can\u2019t turn about,
might not get out this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He plays it devil-may-care
but he\u2019s not going anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Washed up from some Absolute Elsewhere,
of what was what he had no clue.
Whistling in the dark to keep his spirits up,
he hadn\u2019t thought the whole thing through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hustling to the darker side of town,
suddenly cut adrift from the life he knew,
he\u2019s doing his best to keep his profile in the shadows
but the spotlight shines out of the blue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Taken for a German,
he was taken for a ride,
he was bundled in the taxi
and he stumbled out the other side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rumpled sheets are soiled
and dawn\u2019s boiled up in a fog of poison spores.
If he wanted to give her anything at all it\u2019s too late now.
She\u2019s ready to open him up,
she\u2019s ready to teach him a lesson.
Time to be slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clearly, how the story unfolds
here and now could be sweeter.
She moves her thumb to the front of his throat.
He lies stock still underneath her,
slow, slow, slow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It had seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan
but this time one and one don\u2019t add up to two.
Outside the cone of light the time\u2019s got warped
and the chain of logic\u2019s come unglued.
Whistling in the dark he goes to pieces…
he never thought the whole thing through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He never wanted to belong,
longed only to behold.
He felt so strongly all along
he never wanted to be told.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he can\u2019t get home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Be careful what you wish for
it\u2019s breaking like a seventh wave.
He stands stock still in dread anticipation,
for after all the wishes are washed away,
for after all the wishes we\u2019re washed away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Taking the back road to the airport
wasn\u2019t such a bright idea.
He could have come so badly unstuck
but his luck held out and he\u2019s in the clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This might have happened
and all that might have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ascud below, before him,
the landscape slowly flows.
It follows that he\u2019ll follow
however it unfolds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If this hadn\u2019t happened
all that might not have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His head among the passing clouds
holds on to what he\u2019s got
unable to remember what
it was that he forgot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This might have happened
and all that might have been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for the first time,
nor probably the last,
he\u2019s diving deep down, all his senses overblown
in the transit zone.
He\u2019s all alone this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s not a moment to waste
and yet he\u2019s frozen on the spot
by his own self-doubt,
can\u2019t turn about,
might not get out this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One telephone call\u2019s his right
but while he\u2019s ordering his thoughts into a thread
the line goes dead
and he\u2019s not headed anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So the last time that he saw her
he didn\u2019t know quite where to look,
his stomach churned under the basilisk gaze
and so he\u2019s burning until he turns away.
and still he burns until she turns away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until he turns away,
until he turns
she stays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(And the story isn\u2019t done
until the hook\u2019s been played.)<\/p>\n\n\n
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