Poetry

Thursday 31 May 2018

Ladles of Letters, Sandals of Sand

What light through adjacent window breaks?
Smother me in all your kisses speak
Of soft nothings in my ear
Gertrude was my love in all the wild west
My Wind in all the eves
She spoke as angels do from bed clothes
Irons the sheet music of  METAL DAWN
rOBOTS KNELT WHEN SHE OPENED
Her mouth to yawn
Yes she was queen bee to me

The moths and spiders knew her as Frank
They stole her ignition keys
St Agnes and Ignacio stank
Of the filthy knowledge they were rich in

And blue bottle flies sang her tune
Above a jazz city under a full moon
All interstate numbers were re-registered DOOM
As Columbus fingered the jury

He spoke without looking blind was his faith
His East was his West, phenomenologically obtuse
Dialectical materialism versus un-real proof
THat God is a sandwich and love is his roof

Because in the house of the sung out praise
All oil paintings are dripping with the last days
The sign of the times, The Zeds in a road
That Zig-Zag like a yellow brick trail to Oz

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