Lime Tree

Open your eyes to a lime tree

Go climbing in a lime tree

Trust in a lime tree

Weep under a lime tree

I was travelling last night

I got stuck for hours

Everywhere was dark

And only lights

Could be seen

Passing through the loneliest spaces

Were you there?

Were you there?

Was that your face in the dust

Peering out, peering out?

Were you hurt?

Was it the worst?

Are you aching from that struggle?

Are you troubled by decline?

Were you there?

Were you there?

Was that your face

In the dirt

Peering out?

Were you hurt?

Fringed by greenery

Were you hurt?

Was it the worst?

Are you aching from that struggle?

Are you troubled by decline?

Yours or mine?

Yours or mine?

Were you there?

Were you there?

Was that your face all red and teary

Peering out from a twilight dreary

Fringed by leaves?

Lying knees

They hit your eyes as you hurtle

Beyond all reason

Yummy and tart

Whacking on branch after branch

Spilling your drink

Propelled by gravity

As you flap endlessly down

And you land

On your gravitas

You look a little awkward

You look a little lame

You look a little NQR

And it's not a good look

It's not a good look

But there's a good look out that window

Out there on the hill

Look at that lime tree

Get your shoes

Put them on

Tie the laces

Wear some socks

Buy some pants

Get a shirt

Come and get out amongst it

With your new gear

Come and see

We've got pumpkins

We've got tomatoes

Apricots and lemons

The aubergine is ready

Pignose is flourishing

The date palm is reactionary

The loganberry's kindly

But it's dumb

I was out in a train

It didn't go too fast

Nothing runs smoothly

In the present or the future

You know you're going to get there

But when you do it might not suit ya

So stare up at the moon

As though you have to get there too

The tortured little bastard

Who will stare back as well

The little hunk of crap

Who doesn't know its place

It drags around in orbit

As though you like its face

It carves around in corners

Gets up all our noses

Whatever else you say

Can only come up chocolate

I was going back in time last night

To a time before our own

Dark spaces

Silvia dark and clean

Fit only for a column in a ladies magazine

Hanging out at Goulburn

Waiting for a train

In the end they gave me something

Somewhat in that vein

And then on waking

I couldn't be bothered finishing

I had some lines in my head though

From a song I sang to a higher being

"Do you still need those people

Lying by the water where they drowned?"

I felt I ought at least to get that down

The light outside by now

Had become a greyish goose

There were just all these

Treelike objects

Make out grass and rock

Signs indicating bends

I knew the show would never end

And some things cannot mend

It seemed a little misty

It seemed a little rank

It seemed a little like a land

About to walk the plank

Everybody had a brand new water tank

There was no horizon

As the hills ran away

Horses right, cows left

It was Saturday

Twentieth of March

Twenty ten, at seven fifty three

Move down to the buffet car

And get some PC tea

Everyone in living death

And lives of silk and wheat

But it was going to be a lovely day

And you would wake up smiling

Come and grab the coolsie mic

For a little uptown styling

Have to know that what you are

Is a small red truck in an odd shaped garden

Passing through to Wandoong

A new cream and pale blue footbridge

Makes it all worthwhile