Thursday, 16 April 2020

Dead glue sniffer



Will your exile end tomorrow 
Will the rain be bluebird happy 
Will the angels wring the harpies 
Out of heaven soot black page 

Man the animals rent a 
Chinese teapot 
Dissolute beds in a dirty depot 
Like a miracle wooly spider 
Like a hospital 
Fluffy with mice 

He is dead now 
Dead glue sniffer 
The mouse 
The cat on television 
This slice of ham which 
‘twas your body 
now my sandwich 
Soft and doughy 

I’ll extort your linseed purple 
Make you winsome 
Liked by slobs 
Do you want some 
Glasgow wisdom
Little robin / fateful snob 
Blackout pitch 
Revert to type 
Steal your words 
Waste your life 

Will your exile end in Flanders 
Or another foreign field 
Will the bluebells wilt like winter 
When the river trickles still

Here I am 
There you go 
Here I am 
Water water 
My kingdom my purpose 
My vision 
My bell 
What is given 
Blue as frost 
All those patterns 
On the window 
Shall be scattered 
Shall be lost. 

26/08/19












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