then stand back and
watch the semi jack-
knife, at any crossroad I
know will bring the
mayhem on.
My favourite is back home
corner of the park
angles of the turn
means they can’t win.
I make the cars and trucks
from scraps
I set the lights just so
no-one ever dies, the
thrill is on the go.
These two big blokes Jeff B
and Harri Ford
Sling mud in the yard
Strike out and miss each other
every time
(all thanks to me).
Yeah there I am again
this little girl with her big way
charging the grownups down
as they distract themselves from the
tasks ahead.
We have to find a little
boy
who’s hiding in the world
we got a call from Montreal
he may be hiding inside th’ piano
he’ll be in one somewhere
hiding, that’s for sure.
I think he may be here for
there is a 1 at the head of the
number
which indicates the states
but I’m convinced it is Canada,
no other place.
Where the snows drift
the bears amble freely
where little boys and such
can lose themselves away from
grown up things to be.
I am Godmother now and
On the scene
Making things
come
true
like little girl one moment
and spell-toker the next
living in imaginary houses full of
magic
and antiques chests.
But not even money can
save this little boy
he’s running from the things which
make him scared
he’s got us all destroying ourselves
while he goes off, right off.
All the time
(until we get the call from afar)
he’ll be inside a piano some day
that is sure
but not on this continent
nor where we are.
Hey little boy
there’re two men, a girl and a Godmother
Racing round lifting the lid on
all kinds of music just to find you.
Checking the death toll and
what’s padding the strings
come out kid!
Someone regrets stuff soon enough
or the trailer jack-knifes and
it ain’t no game no more.
Come out kid! The game’s
over.
© Rebecca Rennie 2008 Dream
