Friday, September 23, 2016

Rob Schackne #83 - Ladders



         Ladders

                    
Incy-wincy wake in the dark
go outside to the expansion
piss and look up at the stars

this fruit as dangerous
as we once picked for knowledge
(the evil pastoral grins)

screw you a life on the land
work three months everyday a Monday
one rung up and two more down

now heigh-ho and awful rashes
in sweat and medicated goo
the fork-lift collects our bins


a whisky bottle rests nearby
apple-pickers worse than apples
the economies of loss and flowers


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