904c
shortest
day
(poem
with two endings)
stars
so dim
the
cloud sees through them
the
darkest hour is right before
all
ash and bone
who
stopped in bed?
and
who won't show?
the
darkest hour is right before
stars
so dim
cloud
sees through
peer
mist
let
blinds stay shut
drip
in the still
like
the tip of a nose
pour
out in a little smoke
so
kettle on and fire to tend
struggle
out and back
make
clouds of yourself as you go
if
about
so
dim you won't be known
dark
hours are starred through cloud before
better
to keep cosy though
stay
well ravelled
make
steam
be
in a chocolate simmer
gather
ye carbs
and
wallow me blubber
nibble
for the rat you are
in
the after rain
leaves
drip
first
ending
and
here are the birds of
joy
this dry age
to
me an hour spilt
second
ending
all
daylight was
and
night sponged up
ache
is in
the
weather come
stars
so dim
the
cloud sees through
heaven's
fire is away with the devil
no
intentions could pave a way out
the
cave and the struggle doomed
nothing
can shine our own lost star
sneaks
through the fairytale woods
for
a spell
we
bury in it
later
they'll exhume
the
grim of musing
tuneless
someone
once made a religion of this
and
someone had to sing to keep warm
there
isn't any spring to come
that
was a vicious lie
grows
darker
until
day's quite gone
bombs
fall
we'll
all be dust
ReplyDeleteupon the
solstice
short time
look after yerself
ya cunt
don't fergit
to write
just when you thought the tone couldn't go lower
ReplyDelete
Deleteha just
channeling
my yardbird