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Whither Now?

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Whither Now?
Words & music by Ed Hooke, September 2010
 © Ed Hooke 2010

Probe for a listening lobe.
Hoist mast around the globe.
Plot with hope to disrobe.
Knees knelt, needily hand-held hips.
Groans and grindings of passing ships.

Sucked hollow straw milk-shake
Plucked petals pink poise untucked.
Fickle fortune unlucked.
Moments stolen from burglars' homes.
Proudhon's property.  Perverse poems.

Earn caged bird electric burn.
Science watches it learn
not to punishment spurn.
Pain from pleasure.  Cold heart hot kissed.
Gain to measure.  Ignore point missed.

Call love how heads bang a wall.
Weep as defences fall.
Tragic prizes for all.
Blind chase shadows outside Troy's gates.
Back home Argos's welcome waits.

Whither now?
With her now?
Wither now?