Sunday, 23 April 2017

23. WHAT IF INSTEAD OF A CHRISTMAS TREE WE HAD A HUNDRED CHRISTMAS TREES AND NO HOUSE AND LIVED IN THE WOODS


I have mistaken festive for feral again
Woken with a spill of gut in my gums
Don’t blame me it’s snowing in Easter
The weatherman is dead today

We called our first child Kidney &
You were the one to scream
But she looks surgical in clementine
She is such a second helping

They will be here soon and it will not matter
We will call all our sons Breakfast
My darling human person, let me feed you
Let me wipe that drip from your chin




(with thanks to @SICKOFWOLVES)

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