Freinds (Incomplete)
See with your minds eye
the lean tapping fingers,
the bowed head.
It's the great Matt Toussaint
writing me a email
before he goes to bed.
He looks out of his window
at the rabbit in
the Aussy moon.
and hums quietly to himself
the Battle of the
Planets tune.
Now soar with me to New York
where the noise of
horns never ends.
There, but only as a visitor,
the hero Seth Johnson
staying with friends.
He looks out of his window
at the gap toothed
New York Sky.
Wishes for a thousand women to
keep him happy till he dies.
Come now back to Blighty,
down South beside
the sea.
and what do we find there
but a Marky as
happy as can be.
He looks out of his window
with eyes heavy with
much missed sleep.
Sighs content with happy
partying and drifts
into dreams so deep.