It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
Frustration dogs my days. There’s not one thing
That I would do that does not stand in doubt.
As if some grinning demon cast a ring...
Has anybody seen the Queen of Brentford?
She goes by foot… she goes by bus
She no longer has her chariot...
