Friday, 3 April 2020

Luck of the fool



Reflection 

Wasn’t great 
Dishonest and clumsy 
Take take take 
want to adore me  
Did you mate 
Can’t say I blare you
Like a drunken trumpet 
If there was a core to
InGrates republic

Memory 

Is there a there 
In that cupboard 
Heart laid bare 
Limp and stranded 
With the gorilla 
And the fiend 
Things which scare you 
Coming closer 
Like a lover 
Made of sticks 

Dream 

Miriad spangles 
Firmament daintie 
Dwindling like a ring of dew 
I am infinite 
As a daisy 
Inviolate 
Magenta tips 
Do not shake my blue confection 
Of corruption 
Till the heavens 
Shrink and ruby 
Like a spider 
Spins the wheel. 

5/02/20



















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