excise the offending cliché
the wailing face of dawn
carve your indifference into art
and balance your new
born of ashes and dust-bowl sentimentalities
cast forth your hand dear arch-angel
blessed with eternal fire, cursed to
righteousness in a world of none,
we more than your why with
our when fly in the face of
seething flame with our
honoured indifference.
Sugar pox pie
I held you to your burning
Stiletto fucking goodness, the colour of ochre on a Sunday
Twisting your ankle on ice-cream in the middle of a circus
Reaching past your face to pick an apple off the sky
Deep demented wanderings in dark remembered halls
Consecrated cream
Idle motifs and seven fat cows
Search and you shall…
Eatable intersections and far-away eyes
Kings-Cross lollies stuck to your shoe
Plays so righteous it hurts
Wanted for delinquence, solvent combatants
