Strangelove
Prrrrr pep pip
prrrrr pip pip
bird’s call
beguile the swan
tattoo
from off my arm
Prrr pep pip
come join us in the air
the warm rain of a
shower
boxed in with railings
gives that colour
patch
her wash
to lunch
rinse of booze inside me
setting free the squawkers
nip and play amid
plates
between bottles
hands all ages tossing
up the plans
a day is still a day
what weight the world
what weight are all
of my cathedrals here
how light the throat
of birds
keen-eyed for the lizard skins
sloughed
with the evening meal.
Magical.
ReplyDeleteYes. Very. How heavy is the world and how lightly we rest upon our skin.
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