Poetry

Wednesday 9 May 2018

What the frock!?


The finish day is only a step away
The rainbow only a broken corner on a hatful of godless churches
The reach is only a toilet stop and except for the models
The rain has stopped
They come and they go with their morrocan glance
The holy foot steps on the looking glass
It is only a step away from the past
Only a wish away

\\\\\\\\the neighbourhood rocks
\It falls from the glocks
From the glockenspiel sheep
The way out frocks
On the widows peaks
And clocks of the cocks
Who chime in the sun
When the morning comes up
And the new day is done

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