the inproportionate justice of evil
does skulk and hound
amongst the lattices
and the annals of a declining mind

decline on request sarge
the only battle i am willing to fight with just cotton on my chest
is the one i should win with nothing but a fearless tear
and my bare skin
yet i cannot son, i cannot and you are now lost to me
dear as ever, never to see your father as you once did,
when you were say three...

the child imprisoned
amongst the mist and the marshes of your violent pride
tickles me with tales of toffee-pots and floury fingers
jammy spoons and wasps in bottles as pets
embarrased innocence of years sacked brutally by the foil

the smiling, seething swabs your heart's cathedral knocks
to bind the needle grazes round your dusty knees
teeth the colour of arsenic on lace
or snowy silk, torn brutish and ink-glued round a fucked biro
the thinning out and starving of pure immense
will replenish the blood vaults
splooshing round those shivering knees

granite hugs and wax farewells
are all up for the tombola
my dear child please stop
metallics for the chop?



hope so....

all ghoulish wares
lipstick-dipped avarice
brought us up
on foxglove jellies
earl grey tea
from mandarin
plastic tea cups
under the leaning
climbing frame

'dinner!' she hollers
hiding the butter
from innocent fingers
the nanny's cupboard
with cakes and bakes
charred on the hob
such lardy promises
just for the fatty

'children i love them...
except this and that
don't touch that
you'll break it
you ignorant brat!'
gagging on 'tweed'
n' tupperware hugs
those apple charlottes,
they promised they cared

ps. butterfly cakes
never should
ever but boy
do they swear...

drrrring
'go get it!'
mummy returns
homey perfume
all reticent, cries on the air
'there there
there there'....

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been down the studio with a dirty rotter
christopher robbin' the muses to serenade the siren onto her own rocks ah well