Flung into the heights by a fast car
I had a feeling time had gone too slow
I fluttered like an unsmoked black cigar
No fear nor anguish gave me any blow
As I flew I looked down at the earth
I saw a screen where Einstein turned the wheel
The world’s a film and this is a new birth
There are dimensions peril makes us feel
Them I turned geometric in my flight
I reached the apex, fell to earth like stone
A flash of golden stars entered my sight
I lay upon St Giles; it thrashed my bones.
What we see is not all that is here.
Where’s the Lamb who runs the pub revered
2 thoughts on “Outside the Lamb and Flag”
sadly, the Lamb that ran the pub has gone – the pub has closed and the property is up for sale.
I can’t imagine that,Mike
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