i am king of this town, dont you know
poetry tracks me down
no matter where i go
i get hunted by words and
shot down by lines
i just open my mouth and let fly
i met rembrandt
some time past and
the new year saw me swinging from
chandeliers in Venetian glass
now that was many years ago
true to say, my heyday’s passed
Pablo still
writes me all the time
and Vincent is
a friend of mine
it’s a cushy life but i’m always on the
move
i sleep around, in any groove
you know the rumours are all true
that once upon a carousel
i knew M. Lisa very well
i blew my fancy flute that way
my chariot has one dud wheel
it still gets all my stuff around
you’d be surprised how it still rolls
with all the things i’ve found piled up in
it
© 2009 Rebecca Rennie
