Poetry

Thursday, 12 September 2019

It's a backwards world

Dreamt of seeing a fox swimming
Then it became a cat, then it got out
Then a fox chasing a cat, and then it was a cat with a dog in its mouth it had caught
But it was still alive apparently underwater
The fox was duped by a chicken
Who had become the sliest of farmyard animals
Convening in corners
Brewing up schemes
Running cartels like the Mafia

Nothing seems to make sense anymore

Cats chase dogs
Cats like swimming
So much that the English Channel
Is full of them doing breast stroke

Dogs hang about on fences and walls
Balancing carefully
Or sunning themselves on window sills

The world is backwards
The birds are rowing in fishing boats
And the fish are flying above in the clouds

Moths tuck themselves up in bed at night
Catholics never have any guilt


Sheep chase wolves through the forest
Ferocious sheep stalk the hills

And Shepherds wear armour to protect
Themselves

Cats chase off Tigers

Wolves are family pets
Lions are nannies
And children keep sharks
In fish tanks

Children are in charge
Little Napoleons
And Churchills
And the politicians are in the play pens
Tossing about  hundred dollar Euro bills

The world is upside down

Back to front

Like a turtle with its shell
On the inside

The soul has hardened
The flesh is soft
Tree leaves grow to the shadows
And the roots sprout nuts

Buildings are falling over
And what lies down
Stands bolt upright

The Mountains melt like butter
In the morning sunlight

And Oceans freeze over
Where the camels now tread
While the deserts fill with water
Asleep in ruined cities
That were never made



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