Roccococooler

<br>( RE Broughton )<br>Sitting,laughing at the mindless humanoids<br>croaking in their swarm.<br>While recalling Omar Khayyam.<br>How we changed there in the holy sun high on<br>holding hands.<br>The pilot crashed with Rupert Brooke they blew<br>together fast on other levels.<br>He spoke, softly, opened by the wine.<br>A father pushing fear and looking for redemption.<br>Someone hurry he thought as the waves rolled<br>their way through concentration.<br>It`s all too much he seemed to want to say but<br>could not make the necessary juncture.<br>How he loved lady by my side.Rococo lady,<br>daughter of the African the westernized.<br>He is searching for whole to be in to make himself.<br>How we changed there in the holy sun high on<br>holding on.<br>You,you might be different I can see it in your eyes.<br>You,you might be something I can read it in<br>your sign.