29 | August | 2013

Over there, over there,

unaware the sky is night,

Fear not, as the days is dark as well.

So, why should we worry as night

Is proved to be permanent sometimes.

Let me expand…

Boom!

Snake hose primrose yellow runs meanderless

through thick savannah and potato patch

prairie beside grike-weeded barren footpath.

To the east of the picket line, fowl prowl,

looking out for grain and grub beneath a bathroom sky.

Last night, in the wee small hours, Paws visited.

This morning, I return the blessing and shed a lidful.

Today,

the Irrational Community,

lurch to bomb bad Syrup:

pissing off

Hexbollocks and Purrshah,

And wake up in bed with Al Capone.

Mulberry Bush Obama spins.

Gnostics, Coptics, and Cardtricks bluff and bully:

‘Come on in, the slaughter’s warm this season!’

Misty Frackington-on-Gass

resounds to the gunfire crackle;

Badger, set, and batch.

A Chinese boy weeps blood from hollow sockets

his eyes lay gouged out unseen before him on soft, red clay.

Yesterday there was a Dream

Today there is a Nightmare