Dangerous Things

He's not so shy as a dramaqueen
And I wonder why I'm here
As I look into slightly drifting clouds
That frame his head
Blowing smoke into rings
And other dangerous things
I feel the earth quake
But maybe I'm just not awake
It heralds memories of place
And space and sight and sound
When he was still around
With a different face
Pull on your vest, take you downtown
To an isolated skyscraper
That understands the frown
Of a pampered irate citizen
With hands so clean
You'd almost call them lazy
Summer beams above the streams we used to walk on
We never laughed much in those days
Or maybe my brain's just a little hazed
Come to think of it we were
Never really good at all
Never good at all
If now you claim that you're alone
Don't question why I wink at you
With a suitcase packed down at my feet
You'll see me off and miss a beat
And drag your feet all the way home
The earth was made just to annoy you
I can't tell you what to do
Only not to follow me
Humming off key tones

by I. Maccabeus (1975)