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The Parcel

I'm going to make a parcel up
And leave it at your door
I'll fill it with all sorts of things
You'll never want for more

When you first unwrap you'll find
Your promises for me
Covered with your words of love
And ideology,

Next you'll find a bundle of
Deception, tricks and lies
Wrapped in pinky paper
And looking like a prize,

Then there'll be a package of
The years you had with me
But this one is all torn now
A pile of debris,

Oh, and there's a box sealed tight
Containing but a few
Of the many endless tears
I've shed over you.

There's more besides, but I don't wish
To ruin the surprise
Maybe it will help you once
To open up your eyes

I'll leave this great big parcel, dear,
All glistening and neat
There upon your doorstep
That leads down to the street,

And when you open up your door
And take an outward step
I hope you find my parcel, dear,
And trip, and break your neck!

I Wish

I wish I were a lonely owl
In the silent night
Knowing when I chose to speak
I gave a chilling fright

I wish I were a jellyfish
Floating in the sea
Watching swimmers rush away
As soon as they saw me

I wish I were a thorny tree
Living near a ranch
Laughing when the cowboys pricked
Their pride against my branch

And if I were a bumble-bee
Sitting on a flower
Those a thousand times my size
Would shudder at my power

I wish I were a dream which ended
With the dawning light
Then I'd stand as Reason throwing
Facts against the night

I wish I were a wardrobe or
A bucket full of glue
I wish I could be anything
Except in love with you.

Helium Balloon

In the thickest nebulous
In the driest wet
By the boring fabulous
Near the credit debt

There you'll find the seaside wine
And drown in sandy air
When the helium balloon
Is too much weight to bear

You've travelled further standing still
Than the planes high in the sky,
But you wait for the thunder
And all you hear's a sigh,

But if you wait for yesterday
Or cry for what's not said,
You'll be there when nothing comes
Standing on your head

All you want is everything
All you fear is pain
Holding on until the dawn
These things never change.

Then one more time you're reminded
One more time you think you might find it
Can't wait run out the door
Saying 'See you later, I want more.'

Then you're in the thickest nebulous again
In the driest wet again
Bored by the fabulous again
Saying 'When will I ever learn, oh when?'

Again you find the seaside wine
And drown in sandy air
Ride in the helium balloon
And sink into somewhere.

You've travelled further standing still
And you didn't even try,
But you turn again
You're standing high and dry,

But if you wait for yesterday
Or cry for what's not said
You'll be there when nothing comes
Standing on your head.