Humour Me

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;