Tuesday 25 March 2014

79. Written After Witnessing Two Unicorns Beaten to Destruction in a Churchyard near Us



For David Houssart

Weddings are strange – True
The pretty pink poets start in
And adjust. Time the muumuus
OK. We are exposed here suddenly

Improvisation is in – Again
Cancer glamour like light
Shoves us up to adjust the muumuus
This voyage can be the marker

Remember reality is right – Only
Offa can prick this to us
Somehow we start to adjust. Muumuus
True to tell are the train this time

In gravy we hear hope – Wake up!
Sour fluid is the only material all right
No reality to adjust – Muumuus here again
And this strange glamour that sheathed us

The city can wake up clear – Hey!
We are suddenly pretty again like somehow
Pink milk and muumuus. Adjust all, you gravy
This time the pus was right

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