Just two hours’ sleep, and a cough, but I still
Walked into town for a singing lesson
With friends Andy and Sarah. You just fill
The lungs, hold the air in, then push it down
As you sing higher. I have just begun
To control my breathing, and with it, voice,
Playing it like a lyre, able to plan
For live performances, giving a choice
Of poetry or song to keep the boys
And girls happy, foot-tappy, well, until
I forget the words. Where was I? It’s fun
To fantasise, isn’t it? Ah, the ploys
We use to kid ourselves that soon we will
Go places, instead of just going around.
Sat 26 Jan 2008
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