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So you think you’re ok?

A1 never better, as fine as the rain

So tell us, why then

Is your life like a broken limb of a tree?

Swinging carelessly, an ignorant fool to callous gales.



Silly little man

You almost succeed every eleven

But now you accomplish it thrice in twelve

A vial of poison the sweetest perfume

At the searing edge of another cathartic thrust.



Now,

Watch him hiss and fry

From a trillion single points of light:

Red-raw, violet-dead and dry–



As poppy seeds would burst and fly

Chasing pearls of stony silences on a downhill run

Their sneering smiles a high-speed spin

Their hearts of ice filled with sharpest needles of fire–



The wolf-breaths of a jousting, laughing, singing choir.



NJP 19/10/2003