The Apostle Paul Ate Our Show Dogs
I gorge a slow caramel,
Drifting on the breeze before the storm
Into an eggshell
Your hair sings like brass
Gleaming in the sun before the storm
Before the downfall
She brings me messages
Chiseled in the slats behind the barn
Amongst the cobwebs
We lounge luxuriantly
Basking in the sun behind the barn
Where we raped her
They're coming from all around
Watching from the gate, between the churns
With mystery afoot
The cows of consequence
Chewing time's lost cud, between the churns
Awaiting doom
He never prophesied
The hour beyond the hour that never ends
A minute too soon
It will soon be over
Floating in the dream that never ends
In happiness
Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, P, Roland, fester, churd. |
Poem finished: | 20th May 2002. |