Without bravado I am
an ache of nothing I kill
demons in nightmares skies
when madmen laugh I
buy a ticket to watch the show
my tears roll in the aisles
like a river I go
with a swagger of gunsmoke the wind
blows cig-smoke blows
traffic bubbles in the night I
am the wind sometimes I
pretend to be leaves but
take me quick old friend with
your dandelion clock to
storm rough seas to jab at
fish LISTEN TO ME SCREAM I
hang like a fish I am
slippery as the tides I'll
break white flakes from flint and my
grazed fingers rake seaweed
and seagravel out from
mudflats where samphire burns
street dreams in whisky there's
a redshifting rose of a
rear light leaving and the tide
is out seventy miles and still
going at the speed of light.
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