Yes

I wrote this nonsense when I was drunk, years ago when I still lived in Bournemouth, perhaps 1989 or 1990. I just found it in a scrap book which I'm about to parcel up, having sold it on ebay.

You'll find me, if you look
In a corner, brooding, yes.
If you shut your eyes
You'll know who I'm fooling, yes.

If you plug your ears
You'll hear my whispered words, yes.
In the back of your head
Flying 'round your mind like birds, yes.

Don't say anything to me
I'll know what you bloody mean, yes.
Your shower scene was viscious
And the lament: keen, yes.

Now taste the liquids
Streaming from my body, yes.
A flithy gush of bile
To show what we've become, yes.

Just thought I'd share.

I think I was having a Kate Bush moment. I used to confuse what was important with what was impressive.