Saturday, July 30, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 34 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
with the evening meal.


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