Sunday, 19 February 2012

to let


  let there be pop sox
  let there be snoots
  let there be scollops
  let there be whelks
  let there be dust brooms
  let there be slush
  let there be pig slop
  let there be elks

  let there be collars
  let there be moo
  let there be lancers
  let there be tights

  let there be losers
  let there be stew
  let there be france
  let there be night

  let there be blah blah
  let there be flesh
  let there be nowhere
  let there be death

  let there be woof woof
  and the moon and some rusk
  but most of all please
  let there be shostakovich and stamps
  and glow in the dark stars in the dog dead woods

  let there be cough mix and rabbits
  and stop cocks and cheese
  let there be shoreditch
  let there be peas

  let there be toenails
  let there be doubt
  let there be conkers
  and florence and gout
  but most of all please 

  please let me out.











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