You lived in the Laburnums
Down avenues of ancient beech
Across a mile of parquet floor
For bitter kisses at your door
Like an advertisement for a motor car
In your suburban childhood
Did you fly on wild horses
From your bedroom
Out the backdoor by the veranda?
In your suburban symphony
Did you play the side drum
In the garden or the timpani
Boomy midnight by the pylons?
With nothing on beneath your skirt
The wonders of this breathing earth
Days spent staring into space
Before the seasons start to race
Like a skier and a speedboat
In your suburban childhood
Did you fly on wild horses
From your bedroom
Out the backdoor by the veranda?
In your suburban symphony
Did you play the side drum
In the garden or the timpani
Boomy midnight by the pylons?
I saw you fly
The bees were buzzing in your ears
To the rhythms of the shears
Time wasted trying to make sense
Of the threads of consequence
Like a Cartier on a skeleton
In your suburban childhood
Did you fly on wild horses
From your bedroom
Out the backdoor by the veranda?
In your suburban reverie
Did you climb out the window
Just to meet me in the darkness
On the common ground of our childhood?