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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