Dancing leaves.

There’s a lady selling poison

Meant to murder rats

She's also flogging dishcloths

Suction grip green / terracotta coloured

Non-slip rubber bath mats

Costermongers on the railway

Ruminatively sucking

seven point seven percent cans

of icky paradise

Mother boy conjoints

draped with flags

Proclaim their veneration for the nation

They were born of to a child

And are stuck to by the station wind

because it usually stops here

Ashes struck by dancing leaves

This train this train 

takes us townward

To the city of dancing thieves

I am struck by the station wind it stops her

And she’s struck by dancing leaves

Hungry ghosts devour the landscape

Through dog throttled eyes

Thus consumed by energy drinks

Magic marker wipes

Mosquito curtains the hidden planet

worlds away

From smoggy looks a plastic 

bench apart

What song is it you wanna hear?

I am asleep I am asleep

Dreaming I see a beautiful boy

The most exquisite, fragile, 

immutable,

all too beautiful boy

My own dear son

Emerged from the desert 

the prince of snow

See my people sucking dishcloths

Such is a flag a feast

To share and imbibble

on the rag with the rats

I see glory

Call me an ambulance…

This train this train takes us townward

To the city of laughing thieves

I am struck by the station wind it stops here

And she’s struck by dancing leaves

This train this train take me townward

To the city of dancing leaves.

15/5/11