Tall dance the poppies

Abscond abscond you vagabond rat
but leave me that gunny and the tall straw hat
Sell you the pastry and the cannonball tat
and the skipping ropes and the old goose-fat
Take you the bowery and that bovine cat
Leave the peacock feather pinched from my cap

Depart depart oh rotten fiend you
And stir up the soup and obsidian stew
The stairs are broken and the roof is not new
And the maggoty offal is turning to blue
The silence between us it grows as it grew
Tall dance the poppies on this heart you slew

Begone begone you wiley judge old
With your whiskers and whispering voice in the cold
Gather the terrapins and the housepig bold
And cast them out, for the seller got sold
For I taught you a lesson, but it was I who got told
Now you'll dance and laugh at the night till it folds

We'll laugh at the beauty, the sadness, the hate
We'll laugh at our laughing, the darkness negate
The sand will slip through our fingers at a terrible rate
For I was the rod and you the bait
And I'll catch you walking, in some woman's gait
Catch your memory wandering - that is my fate

Made it - london/cornwall!


We bonded over dirty kettles
and an abscence of lingerie
The bleeding abscess left by now
Withering the passing time
With blue flames
of passion
Another blueblack night
Another purer dawn
Like glugging at devotion
Without folding down
the straw

Just one//
infinite trysts
Yet the potion tastes
sweeter still
This invisible pill
we all
Seek to swallow

A strange and hybrid notion
Cross-eyed, hare lip kicking
Indefatigably hollow
And the brink
So come
Slip with me beneath the nettles
Our bodies stung to bits

There is no map for this
The guidelines bleached out
Like the chalk of some forgotten game
The players long passed, their same fires
Their bodies dust,
Their bones old