Paradise.
I
had trouble parking
that's why I was late
you said seven-thirty
it's now quarter past eight
I needn't have worried
I knew that you'd wait
Now
I had too much whisky
or is it the wine
the bottle I bought you
for £10.99
the street lights are dancing
I can't walk in a line
A
cold wind is blowing
the streets are alight
with neon filled raindrops
and this broken kite
it's wings are all mended
on this windy night.
And
all the late noises
are carnival sounds
the feather plumed ladies
the strong men and clowns
and two drunken lovers
in paradise found.
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