Sunday, December 8, 2019

Kit Kelen #1436 - I need a pod to get away


1436
I need a pod to get away
for Les Wicks


a tardis world
outside in

how delicate
the times we live

swap you
for some smoke, some fire

need to not be here grows
I, too, am exponential, have been

keep pod packed with city fears
I’ll take the snake

the mother ship
to stairs unseen
rises like a breath

how death comes floating
tells these tricks
someone won’t get out

grow wings
and you won’t know
you’re dreaming

think every heaven’s tree
a burial of spite, of light

the words have come for me again
they are so suited, stum and stare

imagine the bubble
vimana say
cloud chariot
or rug above

pure logic lifts out of this
into a tropeless yonder

weird noises
very sixties
colour!

in order to guess
first we must wonder
side to side
and gently shake

fishes like in the Bible
sheep to the ballot box

all of them marvel I should dare

send me a plague of rain, won’t you?

one drop of the wet stuff will do

clean breast of it we’ll make

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