Vicious wishes

 Oh the steady stead of progress

Oh the lies of all the

Back biting dirty handed grease

Chopping the choppy ocean

Peppering the peptide brain

With kisses of devotion

Like in the silence of the grain

Fields of night in stars

Where the starlings feed

And missing you in motor cars

Scars across motorways

Across the desert landscape

We set off and face

The harshest of the hurricanes

All forgiveness jeopardy

of the hunting leopard too

Large in lioness adversity

To become a beauty

Yet spotted in vigilante vigils

Of a society of cheetahs

And well-wishers

Viciousness of wishing wells

I nearly broke my back

Looking into

The taste of cold wet pennies

And the blackness

Looking in the well

For the stars

You were there also mother Mary

Evangelist

Archangel Michael's list

Of those he deems a demon

And will strike down with his sword

And I on the roof

Tied to the chimney

On look out for Santa Clause

But all I found was my father

Signalling a beacon

Looking for the signs above

On when and how to leave us

In a gentle departure

Like is Christmas in all

Its ever-diminishing evolutions

Until all we have are national holidays

To believe in

Staring down the well

And looking for the stars

And carving out our names in

The setting cement of mortar

Like engravings on a gravestone

In a cemetery

Who would throw stones

At glass houses

If they knew what promises

Could be broken

And quite how vicious

All our wishes are