AN INVITED LODGER                            1988



You alone knew the man
Who had to say everything
He was thinking
And all but you
Knew he was mad

He came to you
To change his clothes
Grow a beard
And leave his hair dirty

He came to you
For you to look
Into his ruined eyes
And show you plays
Of younger brothers

He invented revolutions
Where nothing changed
His private joke

When he died laughing at himself
In your lonely bed
He left you satisfied
With knowledge you must never use. 



/// 88 was a good year for ‘poetry’ and not for songs, it seems to work that way.///