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As I Sat Smoking Beneath the Odyssey
As I sat smoking beneath the Odyssey,
I was stoned in dazed fear of crashes
and strangers
I stared in horror at an old drunk
crossing the street to avoid me
Kylie had put in a show here
only earlier a static sheet
of noise
now the taxis roam around
for stragglers
The seagulls are waiting for
me to rot
Solitude is frightening outside
hard to conceive of an
infinite world
hard to envision
intangible limitations in
such granite swamp - land The
scarlet mouth with stars in
very hungry and incidentally
real also
No wonder people are imagining
warmth
naked under these skies
and see Gods split open atmospheres
with radiator hands
angels escaping the fissure
to hand out bright hugs
and blankets
tho no wonder people see Gods
as plane driving A-rabs
or mad monkeys in suits with guns
or Popes with giant fingers
with Dungeons filled with children
I can't blame for seeing these Gods,
At Christmas I heard the
Cliff Richard rumours
now upon seeing hamsters,
I weep
I think God's got some
hamsters of His own
little rodents in suits
and turbans
crawling up His Ass
waving semen covered
bibles
I think He's pretty pissed off
like my dad when he used to
show me photos
from the 'Eighties
not understanding why I only
laughed at the hairstyles
and didn't even look at the smiles
