Windy Fonts, One
Northerly
Lucifer flick of wing,
like grating your fingers doing cheese.
Toupee shredder coat plasterer
skinny leg revealer, no shame
bothers its illegal off the ball charge.
Deliberately filling downpipes for flood
dusting all that’s clean with desert refuse;
wanting you to turn your back on it
for the final assassin’s lunge.
Pinned to the wall
brutal tongue on an ear rasping
a hoarse ultimatum carried
in barleying tendrils of scorched flotsam:
its jet engine fury knows where you are.
Wonderful. I read it aloud several times. More wonderful. Thank you, James :)
ReplyDeleteAmongst all that wind and gale you still got some skinny leg shame (humour) in. Like it JW.
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