June 2, 2016

Somewhere during the nervous breakdown

Three beers in,

Guinness,

and some smoke

I been savin for,

I guess,

Now.

Gilmour at the

Royal Albert Hall -

a place near and dear to my heart.

Shine on, you crazy

diamond.

Lots of little flaws, you know

Specks black as night.

They ain't worth squat,

she found out

the ugly way.

And I been twisted

outta some putrid slime

As I came sheepishly

upon this world.

No one knows the full of it.

Break and re-form,

I know it.

Just never liked it.

It still keeps coming,

Driving me mad.