Dancing with the Faeries.

 
 
Schizophrenic, hebephrenic and catatonic,
walking barefoot in circles
and standing so still for hours,
you did not break the spiders web.
 
An art gallery,
that you would kill thousands,
so that thousands wouldn't die,
sing to me for the pity of it all.
 
More stuff and thanks for that,
I kissed the girl and wove the coloured mat,
the time behind your eyes,
a diligent healer that tries.
 
Radio Four for the poor,
a Jacobite set fire to my bum,
in a dream that was such fun,
he opened the door and they went past Derby,
steal the cattle and sire the tar boy.
 
Naked at Stonehenge free,
the solstice and thee,
everyday a new game is played,
nourish the babe and worship the maid.
 
The magic rests in apple trees,
a new castle and Christmas beads,
for every day the water does say,
love your brother and learn to pray.
 
The nasty party are still kicking cripples down the stairs.
 
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