poems

Show me success.

Show me success.

15/10/17

Signal my sensible sign.

Show me shadows.

Show me sunlight.

Show me success.

Show me the death rattle of a broken man,

bottle it or jar it. Label and farm it.

Grow the darkness from the airtight, lip tight distressed moonlight.

Water them with blood grow them to coffin roots with off shoots of dead men’s boots.

Show me rainbows where leprechauns grow pots of gold.

Show me poisoned toads with croaky throats and dragon toes.

Show me a flare.

Show me a signal to my sensible sign.

Show me shadows.

Show me sunlight.

Show me success.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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