Thursday, 18 August 2016

Novosibirsk



She's no judge of character
Ages foam her nonchalant waves 
She's no corrupt barrister 
Bribing the beak in Novosibirsk 

She's no weekend Maisie
Watering the garden of weeds 
Maybe she'll purple haze me
In exchange for a merger of creeds

We are double barrels 
We are super-licious
The underworld we travelled
Is gonna sorely miss us 

Eurydice my fountain 
The source of all my songs 
You light my purple lantern 
Like a juicy plum 

She knows we're magnetic
Springs flow backward in our step
Where Augustine loved too late
Like this moonlight we're ill met

I will lose you like an iphone
And the clouds will bring you back
To dissect me like an elephant
In your lilac studded sack

Licorice lick me like a toffee
I am stickier than your jam
I will wake you like hot coffee
Stir your maelstrom with my spoon.



19/08/2016 






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