Dandelion sips

You don't known 

Wot words you with me

You've been glad 

Like lady handling 

Or some Dapple of the furrow 

Furrow sorrow 

Like a blue cheek 

Sprite come naughty 

On the tap tap 

Winter has thee broken horsely

Come comma blister wasply

So contumely 

As your beer gut 
Casts abruptly
And the shadow

Hangs your tongue 

All those bolts 

Which melt and conjure 

All those sips 

Of dandelion 

All those movements 

Like a reindeer 

Eating cheese on toast in Sweden 

All those many limp and frumpy

Howls and peeks 

and pert dejections 

Feelings blurry as a car wash 

When you're dead they can't 

Arrest you 

And by sunset you will rise

Cos the moonlight penetrates you 

Cos the grave is warm 

And balmy 

Cos the sexton interjects you 

With a spade of mud and rubble 

And remakes your 

Ward of bubble  

And creates your 

Cord of trouble 

Till you make your shoulder blown 

And your nature 

Stares unknown

In the pit stop 

And the gloam

But the words you frank 

Unto me 

Roll un torrid

You don't known.

1/08/17