peom 98

Tap tap it's back

to the Sun danced

ringing pop

of the tight lipped

sing along 

telling 

it's just all right 

just try sitting tight

and from above 

we look up 

to paper falls 

that folds 

The smiles of 

communal delight

which holds 

us all

Just to tight 

And the blind dove

drunk to much 

blind drunk

drunks

who

just stand

just to touch 

the growing bruise

and look so bemused

thomas says hello

he also heard the food 

not that great 

and she just put on weight 

Every other and the wonder 

but not today 

for yesterday

still has its way  

just to say 

where all the sane

but it's insights 

built by the blind

who are all desperate 

just to stay up

But call this on the up 

And there eyes just rubbed 

across a belly      

fed on the blood of the many 

 

And he looked up

surprised that

today was not just the easy ride, 

Why? 

well 

what every next,

but to me you're next

as he said 

please

let go of my leg

and wonders upon a title 

best to describes this animal  

is he anger, wise or just the lust 

Next, the bus slides

to my side

take him North or south

I can't remember 

any how.

Now let's just smoke

stop to crawl on bellies

each with an Indian laugh

with a red bucket cavivan toe

But in the tree

jet black growth can be seen

and it's this dark 

that calls just like the lark 

As I take the roof off

the sun will make it rain. 

But life just the same 

never take just the same,

while 

we walked to a pub, insane

But that's just the train 

cursing  though your blood.

and are hair 

falls underfoot, 

but It's up there 

life seen from as a dream 

As waterfall runs out again, 

but don't worry 

for the money 

always flows

or so each generation is cruel told 

Shot by Surprise 

it's my turn, to do once again.

But this time 

it's time again

as life splits between my legs

I'm told

once again of its meridian line

of coloured spices 

opium road

and the oil must flow

a rape sold as religious gold

Just so victoria fat

can buy another diamond lie 

As we throw paper in 

through their open roof

laughing at the fools

from a bridge built 

with the lovers tools

But life once again 

says of a distant lesson

while I

cut upon its teeth  

And me.

And we.

and the lovers never close again

But once again 

we think from wonders

in photograph frame

in autumn ways

and myth you became

upon a horizons crooked line 

still we sigh at blunders and lies

just as timed as tomorrow tide 

That so many drink like wine,

but the poet line forever tied

to be insight of the wise