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He's dressed like an engineer
No-one wants to talk to him
Unless he's fixing something
He's eating sandwiches
Cold beetroot and cabbages
Water still and floating berry blue
There is an epoch between
Each neat black mark stroke
Of the beige lunch room clock
But when he gets to the dance floor
Any band down the blackboard
Orders up his gin
Tall, with orange blood
It's the music, it's the music
Nothing really matters
But the music
Punters find his moves
Very amusing
But do they know him?
Do they know him?
Objects are closer than they appear
He's dressed like an engineer
The light is bending him
In the surface of a spoon
In the handle of his room
In a boyhood Berry tune on crackling transistor
Load bearing rafter splinters
Scent of kerosene in linger
Cutting his father down
A soldier's pocket book
Silent whiskeys, missing foot
He fought Nazis so the boy would never have to
When he gets to the dance floor
Always shouts for an encore
Well there is nothing that he wants more
Than the music, it's the music
Nothing really matters
But the music
Punters find his moves
Very amusing
But do they know him?
Do they know him?
~ Brendan Bonsack 2025
