Sunday, October 02, 2011

or left it for morning

your hand counted on it
and if joy arrived
in flicker, DIY laser prancing
there was plenty too much

O summer hoedown
after the party run someone
delivered bitter crust
and for limp dicks, the gaudy

you miss the festering
the gear sings
as it climbs
a small city horn

jump guns, exciters
star blear and goon noise
bring you closer
each crack in the ether

cry cry green lichen
taking mould for comfort
into overcast hollows
back with sandstone night

1 comment:

Jack said...

Last two verses: fantastic end.