aphelion Gathering clouds of numb ineloquence as we get back in line, Work squeezed schoolboy summers into these aphelion days. Used to speak clearly honest innocent not this corporate whine, Which drains and degrades; days off spent in drunken haze. Remember remember the cider on the swings, the sun on our backs, The first to pass the driving test, washed cars to pay for cigarettes. Not now: stay in line, watch the clock, do as they say or get the sack. It can't it won't it can't come again, paralysed by permanent regret, But though our time came to crumple and fail, to compromise and fall, Once we soared and rocked and rolled and raged and ruled and stood tall.