the world’s a heap of accidents
a box of tricks,
the stars already in their tombs.
my floppy white angora
has a fanged visceral kiss
reminds me a woman i know
when she wants me to kiss
& i think she’s taking the piss.
as mortal does
as mortal as
made of mortal clay
such is life
After Patrick Kavanagh
i’m off bird spotting
because birds have heart attacks
& drop from the sky
but find instead fly agaric
seventeenth of september.
draws blood ripe juice black & red
mixes from a thorn.
Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2000.
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