so now to pin the meaning on the morning
and plant a period there beneath the perpendicular
heave-ho at heaven till you get it
horizontal
suspicion; soup’s on the boil again
take another pint now from the pantry
and hold at point of entry...
how murals from the wall shall never fall
–
it never fails; now with a sigh
i cast my eye
on former battlefields unconquered
unrelenting, this erosion of the moral
and the timeless march of vanity...
of any beast there in my barnyard
this one’s the best for bellow, bray or
bark
– or even bleat; still on the mark
just waiting for the moment
that my pride comes into play, unrivalled
even with the fabric at my cuffs
unravellled
racking up the changes ringing
just like billiard balls about to take
the cue
and so they do (then thus do i) –
to keep in mind
this never-mending fissure in the fabric
