short square fingers

from by Chuck Zak & the Oxford Boys



[taken from part IV of Preludes by T. S. Eliot]

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;

[four lines of my own equally good poetry]

And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.


from bristol hits vol. 4, released August 25, 2012



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