Friday 1 February 2019
Slack Daffodil Eye.
It’s two in the morning
The twelfth of November
I’m warming my feet
By the fast-fading embers
The window is frosted
The garden is dusted
With snowflakes
And moonlight
And yesterday’s
Cornflakes
And Wendy
The owl
Has a mouse
In her claws
She tears it apart
With her beak and her jaws
Then
The stars fall
Down from their perches on high
The Queen thinks
That maybe she’ll die
If midnight takes over the sky
- Might she pay us to cry?
You’re reading a volume
Of whimsical nonsense
You think that you’re clever
You laud your own essence
Weeds bloom when you smile at them
Fade when you pee on them
Raise a cracked glass to them
Stop them from fidgeting
Then Stella
Comes up
From her dark
Lonely grave
She says you were never
You were always
her slave
- Were you ever that brave
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