the first

~

the first  (  a  s h i t e  p o e m  )




somewhere an ill wind blows their nose

my secret elbow hums a tune

whilst sheep they sleep & cows bulldoze

whilst badgers bask & harps harpoon


the fields feel fine, the river's low

the sky above's in pantaloons

as sure as how's garden does grow

whilst foxes trot & swallows swoon


a door is born - the keys transpose

again - once more as sure as prunes

plus bats means shat as we all know

meanwhile an elm tree gently croons

( ' it's june ' )

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