On Denmark Hill with time to kill
I sit and drink my coffee dark
Ahead of me a workshop waits
A Lynam time of Modern Clown
Upon a dreamless night I slept
And rose to early pinkish dawn
To find myself awaiting fate
Refreshed, about to be reborn.
Confetti on South London’s breeze
the blossomfall of chestnut trees
As Google maps my journeys ease
I’m halfway thru the workshops wheeze.
Feel grateful for decisions made
The 484 will be here soon
returning me to Lynams loons.
Weary apres a workshops wonders
I wandered to Norwood via paths unknown…
A tower was my beacon as I navigated the meander home…
Chris Lynam I offer thee thanks in excelsis
for the wisdom you gave to our troupe of Clodern Mowns…
In being here I gained much and thank thee greatly…
but also in the doings lost the chance to dance with the Workhouse May Pole … Tis needs as must.
insha’Allah eh what…
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