Running Away

On the train back to Paris it was raining in the

carriage

I was talking to the window it was ignoring me

the ageing seargent major drinking whisky from brown

paper

terrorized the tourists who thought they were on TV

this drunken son of empire threw up in the corner

accosted everyone in sight all through the noisy night

& they were all running away from home

I'd done a runner from the asylum

hitched a ride with the matron

began selling cardboard cutouts of my own disease

I'd no respect for the institution

I wasn't seeking absolution

there was talk of a revolution

but I missed the wheels going round

& as the rich get richer

the ditches that you're digging

are no deeper than the ditch

you get eventually...

& we were all running away from home

They was a crowd at the station

like a carnival of thieves

the cripples & the gypsies wre begging on their knees

ignored & abandoned I could not find relief

I couldn't listen to their speeches

I wasn't standing on my own two feet...

I lost the plot in the graveyard

drank some wine on the boulevard

began talking in an american accent

to see if they could undersdtand me

three college girls on vacation

seemed to adore the masturbation

of the sycophantic sophomore

I was pretending to be

meanwhile back in the asylum

with Joesephine & Napoleon

I was just about to speak

when she made it quite clear

That we were all running away from home......