Sunday, 12 April 2020

she's talking about herself



She's talking but you 
know she's talking
about herself
about her goal 
about her eyes
about the weather
God and love 
The vast extent of the universe 
Important stuff 
the toenail in her purse

Words are objects 
Just like women 
Dogs and foxes 
They don’t know
The simplest meaning 
Of their sen believe you me 
Guess there is
A joy in that

Anyway, goodbye I’m leaving 
Anyway, goodbye I’m gone

She’s talking but 
There is no bottom 
To her shallow 
Childish pouty ingrate act 
She’s a breed apart like maggots 
Are a breed apart from cats 
Someone tell her 
Lettuce leaf 
Someone tell her 
Do be good 

Anyhow, my little children 
Anyhow, my fallen brethren 
“I leave you with a morbid wave
I’ve gone to have my final shave”
Quoth myself 
Myself myself myself 
The mirror pool skull 
Image thought wish 
She’s talking to you baby 
Won’t you seal my fate?

Anyway, goodbye I’m leaving 
Anyway, goodbye I’m gone
Is anybody snuggling 
Around my nonsense 
Anyway, goodbye I’m leaving 
Anyway, goodbye, so long. 

17/10/19 


















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