Ghost Particle
Trying to zone in on Zagreb,
get a grip any old grip-grip
tune in to Helvetia be rid of
profound, turbulent accidie.
–Oh yes indeed this one never sleeps
Nor toils nor spinning jennies
~
Office workers faraway eyes
Peeping out marmosttishly
Behind doors, curtained windows,
banks of giant screams
remember the Eye of Horus
halting the Aeneid in full flow
‘Take moi pronto to your Leda,
I come to cook a goosey-gander!’
Beer to throw & beer to drink
First half, piss call, second half,
Hit wall, crawl slowly
Away to extra time
Sobbing behind soft cell walls
glossy plump white milking legs go on downstream
forever young : at heart
hobnobbing hoc polloi are as good as it gets mate
forever young : a tart
fire eaters are merely clandestine salamanders
for ever young etat
Poetry minus Poet scorns
