First I see the birds
Soon butterflies
Then a drizzle on me
And I feel to begin
would be the best thing
The neurotic humours
Lurk beneath seat covers
And far from home
wasted emerge
Into blinding light
On the front seats
Nothing ruins
the bright weather
on roads past
giggling heather
under the sun of
oceans, forests and
open fields
in the windshield
and the rearview mirror
the distance passing into one
and I enter through the other
ask bond about
the curse of the back seats
my beasts threaten to
continue talking if
I pretend im not listening
My power over you
is blackmail
I mean baby
Where is your love
If you don’t sweeten it
what else can you expect
but the dark love of
coffee beans
lashing at the senses
and me holding
you to ransom
that when you bring me
the cup you will sweeten it
The lone wolf as the lion
The lion in winter died
snow white mane and beard
under straight lips once more
and shut forever tight
claws that have cut unshod
lines into the plain earth
lines will fill with water
and drown the dwarves
lost in them
when the ocean comes in
the colour of blood
to sweep the channel clean
and all the fleeing ants shall perish
still the lion with bold strokes
beating the waves to the shore
the lion has hunted in the dark
no colour scares him
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