Forgotten

Watching late night television
Half in love with Vivien Leigh
But she’s so beastly dead now
Isnt she
And the light that glanced off her’s
Enhanced in my direction
By machines that kept her ghost alive
To give me this erection
And outside drunken twelve-year olds
Stand laughing at the fire alarms
Bu oh that she were young again
And held me in her arms
The light lags behind you
As you break up and on through
It’s dark at the top
But it’s dark at the bottom too
Sometims it seems we have
Dreamt th wrong dreams as we
Flare through the arc from
Unknown to forgotten
I know that it’s not cool of me
This late in the century
To drop a tear in sympathy
For one dead girls lost beauty
When I can’t cry for bigger things
The girl herself, or all my sins
The holocaust, my coming end
Extinctions, or a vanished friend
But pretty girls I’ll never meet
Can set me stumbling in the street
Ones long dead, like Vivien Leigh
Or ones not born who, when I’m dead
Will feel the same for me