LIVES OF THE PAINTERS

Copies, lapses dozens and dozens of them
Dozens and dozens lapses copies of copies

The sun beating down upon
Endless avenues of oak London

Plane, curbs, cubs and vixen sunning
Where lightning strikes indigo swings out

I have arrived at this place via the South
Circular not a court of law I'm not going

To tell you what you want to know
To tell you the truth I'm not going to