abattoir flowcart fishpig & doomsday
how the dead must be put to work also
sometime some time & despair must be made
whispering tree vibrating t/h/read o
o death¿ give me a snog, & then we’ll sleep
england is a bowl o’rag england is
a used price tag scene of circus evidences
& osborne’s tongue flicks out to snatch
the moon&stars by gain our pain god save
blap flarp zap shoo god help the poor & sick
. sick. a place of hounding of eyeball
s on sticks rose-maggot battered button
(baton) clouds swoop to nowhere o’er goldgreen
glimmer threat’ning o lovely hair & snot
vermillion, pastoral snail gliding\gilding
creature
upside
nul
torso
shiver ...
Is there a hint of the Rubaiyat in here?
ReplyDeleteNot consciously, Philipp ... more medieval dream poem or singsong seventeenth century ballad was the idea ... the title refers to the Sex Pistols's 'God Save the Queen':-)
ReplyDeleteFrom the Rubaiyat:
ReplyDelete"Awake! For morning in the bowl of night
Hath flung the stone that put the stars to flight,
And lo! the hunter of the east hath caught
The sultan's turret in a noose of light."
Quite medieval indeed, if you ask me, even if the translation is very much of our time.
Thanks for the po'm!
P