Serial Killer
Night & Day
Day & Night
In three parts
Night & Day
Day & Night
Night & Day
Day & Night
In three parts
Night & Day
Day & Night
Yes, why not indeed
Have a wee toddle,
a wibbly-wobble
down the mazy lane,
plunge bracken scrub,
scrump wild fruit groves,
traverse the waterfall,
crawl gasping up arid scree,
clasp hard the giant beanstalk,
peruse the pristine chili pot,
achieve the cavernous outhouse,
home to venerable shallots,
gargantuan sardonic rats,
cold war veterans,
the battered legless Chippendale,
and Billy Smart’s
unfoldable deckchairs
This time every day they prey
acute sapphire eyed
amber hawk circles low
infernal thermals
sizing up some juicy quarry
that toddler on a co-op trolley
the dauphin juggling in the yard
takes cover from a swooping bird
Clean and dry, suited,
booted in cheapo,
garish Primark slippers,
we kiss the hogs,
mount the trusty chair
&
roll out to face the
world of sticks and stones
that break your bones
and weasel words
that just embalm you