(after The Delgados)
The sharp knife shadows
the patient horrors surface
from the sea of mind, sea of night
upon all the zoo animal days
muttering unreasonable demands
pointing through the rusty bars
at the blue things, the blue sky
deflected as if by semi-trailer, doom
typhoon, the busted brakes of love
soft forms beneath the counter wait
shotgun, club, machete or stun gun
& should there ever be a metallic song
a metallic you, then I guess a metallic me.
Wonderful images Rob, I'm going to mull over that for a while - perchance to sleep.
ReplyDeleteCheers, James. It's a strange little thing. (Have a listen to the Delgados, "The Great Eastern" & "Hate" LPs!)
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