A Familiar Man.
In England's green
desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the
loose,
Who nobody knows.
He'll sit by your side,
One day on the train,
But you'll never see
him,
Or share in his pain.
In England's green
desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the
loose,
Who nobody knows.
If somebody asked him,
Just what had gone
wrong,
I doubt he would
answer,
The tale is too long.
In England's green
desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the
loose,
Who nobody knows.
How could he lose it,
When it never belonged
?
Careless to a fault,
How could he be wrong ?
In England's green
desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the
loose,
Who nobody knows.
After Bishopston.
Abundance of green
glory
A shortage of
The material.
Spiritual, fantastical.
Innocence, flirting.
Dry stream bed, washes
our feet.
In the stinking heat,
In the green-glory.
In the hidden valley.
But free floating in
this haze,
To ignore the inquiring
witness gaze,
A freedom bid, unknown
inquirer,
And it matters little
now, besides.
Cool roots drink dry
the stream bed,
Dark cool place,
A faint tinge of a past
Dark cool place.
Green-glory in
abundance,
A shortage of
Unasked questions.
In the hidden
Valley.
Bullet
Bullet point
Splits hairs
And tears
Your wound politic
Lead rhetoric
And carmine reason
Carbine power
Tipped juggernaut force
Shattered argument
To bloody cause
Spilled out
As the idea ricochets
Into hollow death.
Holme Moss in the snow....
Bureaucratic Slaughter.
Bloody daft headless
ferret
Backing down the tube
to the conservatory
Rabbits shooting
hypodermic laughter
Inward crunching of
anaesthetic/lunacy
Side-salad of cunning
cyanide/undressing
Playboy pinnies,
dust-puff-ball tail pulling
With rapidly gyrating
official orgasm
Incessant hysteria in
this euthanistic orgy
Control/capping/regulation/order,
manages -
To defy the newly
carnate after-birth
Complete diet mutated
(defendant) gene prodigy
To re-wax his infant
hairless ears
Prophylactic accessory
by nature/provider
Denying corruption by
innocent passenger fleas
What a brilliant play
as the Min-man watches
Slow motion occasion
returns to haunt
Not him, fool! - But
the halls of coneys
Black ringing, no
change but void
To spiders, slugs,
cymag dusting, and fate
The curtain falls,
audience now silent
Except for those
abandoned/generated.
I have so much to write.
One day I will.
These are all "historical" ones, but seemed to call out to me when I was looking for something credible......
Cat Woman.
Behind this peach cute
wall,
Lives the mad
cat-woman,
And Digby.
In sorry grey gown and
safety-pins,
Bare legs and dead
slippers.
"I feel alright in
my body,
No its not my body,
I'm just worried about
my cat."
"Have you seen him
?"
Scarecrow mad cat-woman
and
The cat in her eyes,
The senseless
connections,
A cat called Digby,
poor sod.
I refrain from publicly saying too much, if anything, so I won't, and maintain that line of "This is who I am, take it or leave it".
Pity.
Understandable though.
Sorry it's been more or less a month......
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