Poetry

Monday, 9 June 2025

This is obviously me being on my own too long

 And all the burning of the hour

all the magic dissolved in supernatural power

what's bad is good

when someone cries

in the land of the blind

fortune favours the man of one eye

there was no beginning

and will be no end

love is a lane

so travel my friend

To be all good is never

to live

This is obviously me

being on my own too long

 

This is obviously me being

on my own too long

This is torpedo sand

this is turgid eel of electricity

wrapped in life

affirmed in the sea

This is obviously me being

on my own too long

This is obviously me

 

This is the sign language of the sea

all the crustaceans by their birthright

are free

we all live in shells it seems to me

 

I heard the sermon on the mount

But after ten commandments

I lost count

It all just seemed too hard to get

The economy is thrashing under the weight of all the lies

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