VILLAGE OF MY MIND
©Trev Teasdel, Coventry May 1969
Oh the sun doesn’t shine, in the village of my mind
And the doors never open in the palace of my heart
And the walls to be broken of the shell of my soul
And my kaleidoscopic eyes are hidden by houseflies.
Oh the coalsheds of my nostrils are where I spend my days
And the voices of the walls bellow through my ears
And my thoughts are a dustbin, dusty and unhealthy.
And I am the steam train engine, and life is the railway track.
And my friends are hollow drainpipes,
And my illusions they are diamonds,
Made of melting ice.
Happiness is a word I can not comprehend,
If experience is understanding,
Then this word has no meaning for me..
Oh my years are speeding boats racing ‘cross the water
And I hide in the safety of the tastebuds of my tongue.
And I peer frequently through the gaps in my incisor teeth
To see the sun shining on the carnival outside.
I am the anchor of my ship
I am the handbrake of my car
I am the roots of my tree
I am the bolt across my door
But if I am to be happy
I must eject myself from the airplane of my present life.