MELANCHOLIC BOB

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

Biting his nails and chewing his brain...

Pulling on his one sleeve shirt till the only button falls off into the drain...

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

His emotions do the hurdle...

A 360 backflip and a single air paddle...

Landing in his heart with an ankle sprain

There he sits,

Melancholic Bob...

Lost within the bushes with a dead torch...

Too much noise in his silent thought...

Let's turn down the volume just a little more.

DANCING SILHOUETTE

In the camping tent, a light has shown

In it, a silhouette being dances on

Pirouetting and jumping like a frying prawn,

It has pranced towards me a little more

Its blackness, a befuddling seemliness

At this dawn when the moon is off her business,

And the skies watch on in ghostly silence...

Come on silhouette, come on

A beautiful dance; no song

A little light flicker; you are dead gone

Come on silhouette, come on

Too much puzzle for hungry Chris Guzzle

Show thy face!

Which are you, a clay moulding or a tricky trick for my dangling brains?

Give me one last dance!

Give me one last chance,

You block of black behind the tainted fence.

My thoughts are drenched in salty sweat...

Drowning my mind in its ocean

Now quietly on the ocean's floor sits I...

Dull eyes, loose tie, sick smile...

But there it is,

Silhouette teases me in that tent there.