Onkaparinga not
it gets to be vital that
sookiness of blanket and the fingers fall deep
inside responding fleece
your brain knows how cheap
this brand how dangerous
the fabric to the foothold of the species
on the land that holds your back
you hold it to your chin
craving run a thumbnail
on the satinated trim
the little cricket calling
mother hug’s returning
why does a sickroom smell
like a sausage at a bbq
are you tricked yet
can you hear me
what more does it take
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ReplyDeleteI found snakes once
in my RM Williams boots
and soon developed a distaste
my Drizzabone was stolen
it was left abandoned
in a submerged car
for seven months plus
and lost its properties
the second wife (probably)
took my Akubra hat
flyblown now at the tip
the things I counted on
all departed long ago
the things most precious
we have here together
so I think I'll sing
will you still need me
will you still feed me
when I'm 64
I've got the jug on
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Deletewasn't that blanket a prize on BP Pickabox
ReplyDeleteright after the gas bottle and the pickledeli
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