1192
7.iv.23
4.97
fool’s moon
a possum rattle
run up
moon outside waiting
casting all
giving its light away
so bone old
dizzy spun
just we three
here’s luck
by the mass
dusty blown about
or still?
who knows?
hiding the other face
for a dark side lest
a well of cloud caught sometime
rabbit read and skull
dumb ruin
to end a telescope
this round
taking its celestial orders
steady on
tug tide
a simple worship
howl is
taking hits
just here
to dim the stars
today’s the day
(Good Friday poem)
he died
those bastards did it
who?
you know the type
forgive them though
the mockers
it was all for love
and some wash hands
and some walk by
today’s the day
come to the tree
at the end of the world
that’ll prove us out of the garden
some tell up a crime
on hammering day
a stitch up
spear in the side
some stand
they also serve
today’s the day
and life minus three
or two
depends how you count
(it has symbolic value)
bread, wine
no lamb today
the magpies went
down against the lions
lean
high carb
the crown
a mock inscription
dad forgot the fish
just chips
lucky we’ve got salt
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