Wednesday 18 January 2012

THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH CODEINE

(THANKS TO
EZRA POUND
FOR HIS
PHRASE
WOT WAS
STUCK
IN MY
COUNCIL ESTATE
HEAD)


theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when its 

burning & bombing 

like Sarajevo outside

and the 

tracksuited children 

of the 

unkillable poor 

are 

kicking bangs 

at the Co-op van

outside the 

corner shop door


theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when every baby is a hairy lady

laying protein 

gently wombside

and dads are fourteen/cant read/cant add

in the 

thick autumn darkside


theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when pure Enoch lives forever old 

god took him 

from ocean world/he was too good to die

we are told


theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when the moon Europa 

can be our host tundra

when Mars is exhausted/its bars dehydrated

 

theres nothing wrong 

with coedine

when it paints 

edges soft with milligram smiles

lowers eyelids for armour 

in the 

hallway miles


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