Monday, 14 August 2017

Thunderfuk



Yeah, yeah 
Thunder 
The best that 
Rain can give 
And we deserve it 
Only the humble 
Only the Quixotic 
Only the dainty 
Only the spent 
Only the trinity 
Of heaven's rent 
Are at all in any way oblivious inured exempt 
They're asleep in any case 
Like bees in a tent 
Thick as honey 
Wet as marbled 
Steak in Guinness 
Soft and sweet like Jeffrey Chaucer's Onomatopoeic Gullet 
Lemme hear ya say yuk 

She likes music 
Sounds of cancer 
Maybe thunder 
Pales and hooves  
Blowing tulip flocks asunder 
Making a meal of platitudes 
You're going under
Like a spider 
Down the sink 
light as a shadow's broken whisper 
You're a sack of 
throttled mink 
Is it any marvel 
Demi yonder 
First desponder
You're the crack of bottled ink 
In a spill of vicious lightning 
High as a gable 
Closer than a brush 
With a Drunken wrestler 
When the moon is blown like paper 
From a night shoot 
In the steam 
Yeah yeah
Say it again 
clap along 
Cajole me 
Love one another 
(all except that motherfucker) 
Be catgut strong
Like a bolt of thunder 
Like a bomb. 



14/08/17

















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