Charm Of The Scoundrel

Let the mind wander 

To the distant 

Sometimes non existent 

Boundaries 

It is presented with

Make up for the derelict years

You try to neglect 

So dearly 

If you happen 

To stumble upon another ramshackled mind

Like yours

Generously present 

The way in which your mind does wander 

To subtract art 

From those who are lucky enough

To feel 

To breathe

It's life

That is enough 

To rid the life from somebody stood

Two feet apart from you

Wrap my scarf around my neck

Just the way

She used to wrap her arms around me

For now I am warmed 

By my chosen material 

And don't live each day

In complete and utter fear

The hat I place upon my head

Becomes a bank

Of any swing-beat thoughts

That I may have accidently 

Emitted from my parting 

I am not him

Or him

Or him either 

I am all the years 

Of wandering 

And wondering

To be my own pleaser 

This towns geezer 

So I tip my hat

To him

Him 

Him 

And all of the other misters 

For now when the fluff from my scarf

Attaches to my mouth 

I no longer think of you.