#834 - happy resurrection

 

17.iv.22

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happy resurrection

 

who hasn’t had that weary roll away

still feel the mock and jibe?

 

Sisyphus did

later on I’ll fly

 

o rapture – here the horsemen

someone is turning petrol to fume

 

the kind of alchemy we wear

then look you up for heaven, stars

 

come hunt me today

but now a chocolate egg to lay

 

past pancakes in the scribble

winter almost now

 

come ANZACs

grass still summer high

 

I was broke, forsaken

no one will admit

 

everything wearies then

it isn’t a competition

 

suffer the kids and all

a kind of Sunday alarm

 

sun also to a rise at last

Apollo for a tune

 

bill this the end of weeks

a slap and bribe, watch out!

 

look up to the one held in the sky

and ask RU OK (?)

 

hear the nature of daylight

if only you’ll believe