humour me;
humour my tail pinning love to the window of my hack
the oils ring verse from summers country eyes
where the devil sprouts too green to sail
too green to bloom to soon for lords and the masses;
for the hands to heal. for the heart of artichoke
heavy laden from the belfry to the gallows
shallows even a horse as broad as sapphire dull.
how I ache the days and troughs\' through the acres of the swine
the good-willed men. the lazy boys of idle goose and sunday
comes time to comb the ferret in my heir apparent wig
figs ivory as mouths my sunday vows
digs deep inside the churchyard of my swollen brain
when once came cuthbert dressed as monkfish peddled pike
when once skimmed milk flowed faster through my breast to summer salt;
footloose and bramble free
now my bramley sleeps within a mile of the mangers lie
I am alive and well in a silent well where dips gods severed wing
in a chorus of appraisal. a jesus to a child.
the missing love. a wise man drinking sulpher through a summers pain
I am wiser just by knowing winter will appear
hold me close enough to understand this fear of aged youth
will breathe like cancer breathing through the acid on my skull
like sapphire dull. like windows hooked and hammered on a coldest night
i have listened without prejudice
from beggar to believer
from believer to a thief
I have stolen from the quiet man who walked my waters brief
and cried through the magic of a newborn tear;
a fool who has kissed more bigger fools than I
like jesus to a child
I will sleep and watch two lovers pass me by;
there is a kindness in your eyes I can only hope to see before I die;