and
if i look into my navel
north of my slab flat feet
into
the
rosy dream place
of never
i see
mythical india
gram parsons
playing
unplugged cosmic country
on a
white grand piano
gielgud and t e lawrence
sharing
a wild
arab charger
trying to get to
the world on time
and an impossible aching dawn
~
but
if i look straight ahead
thru the calendar wall
into realities hard overdrive
i see grandparents
younger than me
weeping air
onto the guardians
6 across
(five letters it says
and they got a d from armageddon
so it starts with a d
'walking _____ ' it says
'permanent state youre in')
between drone bombed
council flat walls
orange desert dust
between their
newspapers
dry as bone pages
that could crumble
at a stifled cough
or a childs
distant bleak
sink estate cry
their hands
like sepia maps
hold chipped china cups
of warm
bath tub gin
brewed by
street angels
who gave up
all gentle hope
in the devils
en suite
fleet street
madagascar
novotel
from accorhotels.com
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