Shadows on a Hook

Conspiracies are bankrolled,
Confusion of refugees,
Slipped platonic defence,
And they blackmailed them with ease.
The court filled with the ignorant,
The jealous and the freed,
They gobbled up the anecdotes,
And spat the aniseed.
They take the shirts from our backs,
Jesus whistled down the wind,
And I’m just catching shadows on a hook.
There’s no one else in this room,
Yes, I’m talking to you,
You gambled on your fortune,
Now you’ve nothing left to lose.
Your knuckles cracked, misshaped, adjusted,
Shuffle in your chair,
The screams were silenced by the mountain,
Now nothing echoes there.
I wonder why you hate me,
When I am nothing to you,
Do you recall the day the planet shook?
I can’t uphold the pretence,
Of a sinister denial,
And I’m just catching shadows on a hook.
Both blaming amnesia
For the fuck-ups that we made.
Life just threw us lemons,
And we salted the lemonade.
I guess this is inconsequential,
Some things aren’t meant to be,
And now you’re dining out on grubs,
A corn smut delicacy.
They take the shirts from our backs,
Jesus whistled down the wind,
And I’m just catching shadows on a hook.
I’m just catching shadows on a hook.