Down & Away
by Nick Patey
Silence sheds his winter coat and puts it on the line
black is not a colour it's a constant state of mind
shades of grey and thoughts that stray evicted broken bent
the head is full of lodgers none of whom pay rent
His day was done his race was run a loser from the first
he couldn't wait to make it from the cradle to the hearse
the judge and jury out to lunch the welfare mothers knit
as he paces his mind races he really needs a hit