Wednesday, 12 October 2016
The Door Stop. (New Version).
I have spent my life on the dark side of the moon
when my name should have been up high in lights
burning holes in the Broadway sky
through which the glitter falls.
I have spent my life on the dark side of the moon,
wallpapering theatres when the crowds don`t come,
an odd job man with a broom in hand
to sweep star dust beneath the door.
I have spent my life on the dark side of the moon,
stretching the carpet for others to walk on
outside the Flick House in the rain.
What I can`t get is some starlet`s gain.
I have spent my life on the dark side of the moon,
But write down this dear punters, write down this,
Being in sight of heaven is a kind of bliss,
and the moon is a spotlight, not a fake balloon.
I have spent my life on the dark side of the moon
quietly observing dreams that are not mine,
the usual predilection of a fan.
One day I might discover who I am.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 12th. - 13th. 2016.
March 5th. 2017.
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