#acid

(Inspired by David Mitchell’s Utopia Avenue)

A time, a friend, a place to rest, a stairway, an old clock A town of our imagining, a recovery from that shock

Poet, idiot, shyster, child - soothsayer and guide You find a way to navigate, you slide on down, you ride

The park behind the city rail, the fouled stream behind The ending of our happy dream, the end of flying blind

The fools are making promises, the others only bets I’ll keep on my midnight patrol, I’ll work off my old debt