the fencebuilder
last night i held a man as only a women can
and it was the first time
and it felt good and bad
and i couldn't go home
and pretend sweet innocence any more
this black and white morning
i'm lost in grey daydreams
full of last nights wonder
and the whiteness of this fence
with one broken slat
like someone kicked at it quickly
and leaning on this wall
i'm waiting to go home
i await strength
the fencebullder cometh
Copyright © michael dennis/fast eddie press 1979