She Took Us To The Places Where The Sun Sets

Anyway murder they say

Please murder

My face was watching braille dogs

Hammering out belonging to the sky

Their wings form shutters

From Alan's window

The incense drifts past the skins and shells

Ruby waves goodbye

And runs to the valleys

That are beautiful

And drenched with rain and colours

And green was that blood then

The sap of monsoons and butterflies

When I was small the red flowers opened

And I broke letters and dreamed

Or murder and nations and Crowley's jazz

4 or 5 decades later

I am some Egyptian face

Was I in Luxor carving my name?

Was I binding cats with kindness and saws?

The green glass stinks with ash

In the broken windows

Remembered bodies

Fill the streets with novels

And the brave boys pass by

In brave pontoons

And mark graves

With pebbles that sink and shriek jingles

What was the lie in your showboat?

Or your slowboat? Were the paperweights

Calling you to statis? Or murder?

Was your soul at KostKutters or Kwiksavers?

The cats lie under pink lights

And see themselves as ponies with fur

Whilst Judas arises 4 centuries too late

And says ecce homo an

I was not the creator at the dawn or evening

But the trains walk by to Toytown

And call for fares from the wooden front

You and I were walking the calypso

Howling for teatime

At teatime the conquistadors and matadors

Are salvators and astronauts

The sea was bloody red and coupled with fury

Anyway murder they say

Anyway murder