Mid-November in the parks,
Rain's nostalgic for the lawn grass,
Winter's entry path he launders, round-scatters amber sparks.
Shaking up the weary duds,
Clambers off his bedding murky,
Not a doubt he is quirky,
But whoever's plans are perky, he deliberately snubs...
Not a single thought to follow,
Still it's tempting to explore
Whose you are the eyeless faller;
Turned the road into flow,
Let away a bygone lore!
Dingy rain, the creed of nightfall,
Pouring slowly from a tea bowl...
The ideal of letting go
is unbearable bore.
(Chorus)
Dingy rain the shaggy rain,
Oily, friable, worn-out!
Shave the shutters' tinny frown,
Celebrate your dodgy reign!..
Dance on edges like a hail,
Cut the ties and hit the throat,
Learn the way I surf and float,
Hardly worth a clearance sale...
Not a penny am I worth,
'Nuff awaiting like a lone wolf.
Beat a swing out on the tonewood,
Land the leg of busy work.
The nocturnal gamut scale
From the blacktop scale is surging,
Trodden, unbearable, submerging, roll the globe, the inky whale!..
Jingle is streaking daily pride,
Who's to lift its heavy kernel?
Tell me I am not eternal,
True it would be; I arrived.
(Chorus)
Raindrops tapping on my nape,
Round scaffold on my shoulders;
Start your way by stepping bolder,
Drag too wasted to escape.
As a crown and a veil
To my wisdom's petty groat,
As a curtain from the road,
Fall-entrapped, November-stale,
Dingy raa-a-a-ain...
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