Poetry

Sunday, 12 December 2021

Can I get a witness to this whiteness or some might call it grey

 

Failing the willingness to key your car

I stole it as I did the gold bar

And ferreted away the science


Of the screw that turned loose heads upon

The windowsill

And kept out good conscience and art at a tick

Because all that fall

Are not in want of a stick

Some who fall are great

And some who mix their chalk and cheese


Are wont to agitate

The grumbling rill where water's fettered course does take

Me back again to scenes that I have missed of late

 


This scene here is grumbling of lorries burring the edges of reason

And trundling armies of surveyors who count and mark each

Fork in the road while simultaneously

Breaking the back of the toad

Who sits and waits in a midnight road


For a miracle to occur

Or an asteroid to strike

Yet no it never does

Or very rarely because

We are stones thrown in space

And space is a glass house

Already shattered yet on the remake

Space part Deux


The big bang' big squeeze

You've got to break some eggs to make

An omelette I believe

And racing drivers take turns to buy ferries instead of Ferraris


And slow snakes squeal in the gears of dead Jewish armies

Who have raised the dead

But not turned over a new leaf

Who have prophesized their dead profits


In a game of stark relief

So, failing this and that I sit and cogitate my fate

To be counting rainbows thrown up

By the leaves I rake

And colour blindness fools me into thinking

Shit is gold

And not everything that washes ashore is jetsam

Which can be sold

But even if it were I'm tired of being told

I can have more of fairy dust when Disney's getting old

And Tinkerbell robbed Peter Pan

When he left open his dustpan

She got out the dumpster dust

and shook herself off

And told him he could sling his hook


And he did with his brother Captain Kid

And they all sailed down the Nile

In search of Cleopatra’s guile

but

Instead found their Mummies in the socks

They had left in draws

Behind their pictures of Santa Claus

Who is getting old not young

Being too long in the tooth

Just like his mum

He has false teeth and sucks his gums

But you can't teach him to suck

Anything else like lemons

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