The Man who wasn’t there- Copyright Robert Fullarton 2015

The Man who wasn’t there

Like moles

In those dusty

Holes

Were lost in musty

Bars

He sat upon the stool

Playing wise man, playing fool

The jack, the joker

The ace of spades for the smoker

He raised the silver coin to the sky

And held the moon to his eye

Drunk upon a lonely night

He looked into a lady’s sight

And was immersed in pavement stone

And he was soon to be alone

Once again in the last chance saloon

Never getting out

And never giving in

What is this madness?

Of empty houses

And lonely nights

Beneath the candelabra of the stars

Melancholy man

That’s what I am

To all the stars above

The sidetracked cars

That speed around

In the iron routine bound

Cardboard boxes

fixed in time

is that all we are?

Take us away

From television fantasy

And what society may sway

Day upon day

descending

For all that closes

In the final act