Alone, I Would've Dropped

I picture you vague

You never wore denim until then

Stuck at Four Lane Ends

A flip-down bench

An inept perch

Stuck at Four Lane Ends

Rubble and railroads

Peppering the plains

A tanoy crackles

Announcing more delays

If I was alone, I would've dropped

Your mere presence pulled me up

Wiping dead grass

From each other backs

On top of Primrose Hill

Wavering attention

Questioning commitment

On top of Primrose Hill

The position of passion

Is irrelevant

'Cause I've been trained to adore

The insignificant

If I was alone, I would've dropped

I think it was your presence; pulled me up

We uneathed a dinosaur spine

Of smooth bony rock

My hands mapped out your reddened back

Between the marks of your shaps

If I was alone, I would've dropped