Y. K. 

Nights under the lights 


Y. K. 


Nights under the lights

It’s easy really

You take a name, you pick a tune

Open lungs, howl at the moon

 

Yann Kerm-or-gant, Yann Kerm-or-gant

Yannkermorgant, Yannkermorgant

YANN KERMORGANT

 

The hordes hold their breath

Stuck in stone clone copycat stance

The blue and white terracotta hooped hopers.

So, up he steps.

 

Yann Kerm-or-gant, Yann Kerm-or-gant

Yannkermorgant, Yannkermorgant

YANN KERMORGANT!

 

He pauses, purses his lips, puffs out his cheeks

Sums up the situation

Time stops

Thump. Hand. Net.

 
Yann Kerm-or-gant, Yann Kerm-or-gant

Yannkermorgant, Yannkermorgant

YANN KERMORGANT!

 
For a split second time stumbles again

Cognitive function charging down the wing

Driving it into the corridor of uncertainty

The coin drops. Bedlam.

 
Yann Kerm-or-gant, Yann Kerm-or-gant

Yannkermorgant, Yannkermorgant

YANN KERMORGANT!

 
The big nights are rare

In a blue and white world

But it will always be home

 
Sloth out. 

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