No more I’ll go a roaming
Through the silent rivers where
The crocodiles sing the blues
To a man born of slaughters love
Whose blood never coloured
the blush of a maidens cheek
Upon a river bank she owned
With her smile shadowed by
The distant rainbow scream
Of a cloud born of a womb
Coloured grey in amber flames
No more will the soft of her skin
Touch the jamboree of piano
Accordion strings spread wide
To return from worlds where
Memories he recalls of adventures
In crystal clear monotones
Which he knows never existed
Beyond the shattered lines of chaos
Roaming in parallel triangular
Opium shaded brick roads
Stretching deep within to find
The girl with the off centred eye
With a tale to relate of crime
Designed to spin the crumbled
Side of a golden dollar bill
As it spins further away
From where his heart belongs
Frank McGivney
Words I love to write 