Saturday, 1 April 2017


I put a torch in my mouth
& make my skull a red lantern

I’m here to guide ships

The lighthouse is at the drive-through
playing the burgerflash again

My new game’s sending sailors
to Dollywood

Front row seats on the great wahoo

I keep finding anchors
in the salad drawer

Keep forgiving myself
for those dashed on the rocks

Absolution is a napkin
wrapped around a still-beating dormouse

& Dolly says we’ll all do
better in the morning

In the morning, the lighthouse gets a row
of gold bells, thumbs up!

Another metal avalanche

Let’s spend the coins on a compass
(not the drawing kind)

Something to quit my beam
from all this turning

Something to stop me
sending myself back home

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