Saturday, 9 September 2017

Abstract


the salt pans of tears
                     flamingo city
the cat rolls            upon the shoreline
                     high ho
            silver 
  moon
            stop
                    the snow falls
            scarf
  breath
on                                   Christmas Eve
sing     anolis carolinensis    
of
                        the breeze 
in one window
                         out the other
  fire me timbers
  safely gathered in
  the wood pyres

the wooden cats soak up the sun
          cooked in their fur
             to sleep upon
                 the night

twiddle my rock-cakes

nash                                             nash
         nosh                           nosh
                  nash          nash
                           nosh 
 nish         nish           nish         nash
         nosh         nosh        nosh

the sun explodes the horizon of infinity
at the back of the front of the black hole
such a very small t whiskey
down the highlands of your mind
    bottoms up

the Who tore up the Sixties
did they not
as the red wall absorbed everything
                   and was gone
home

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