And that takes some doing.
But it brought back, almost ten years ago.
Presteigne meadow in the sun dozing
A group of late teens, all joy and smiley afterglow
Jokes and voviality.
And then just like that all of a sudden
I saw what could have never known would happen
Bang rash wallop, and one is lunging for an iron bar
And round and round bloodlust in his eyes
The quickness of the violence (middle class fop haired and long haired bohemian)
my ohhh my... something has changed, and i am never to know really why....
Righty ho there is nothing worse than being caught with my pants down and accidentally spurting out to the most archetypal walkers i have ever met.
" i'm just being a radical poet, ignore me ... and well done for asking, of course i'll move, pet" "
An actual literal High Court judge
They all retire and walk here
Chameleon, forgotten,
disguised
"we never met"
