The Man Child
With all the pomp and viscosity
The spectres flooding out a sepia
Screen of childish scribbles
Bleached into the paintwork
Autograph collections full of
Unknown people who achieve
Little seldom of and incomplete
Thereof from another Kings' Cross
Day passes with slurry flood
A thick crude oil slick settling
On the fester where love is love
But life always gets cat called trapped
Between a rockery and a conservatory
Greenhouse blossom stuck
Never growing, wilting into
Shoes and stirrups, the Valkyrie
Tide of blonde candlesticks burning
An empathetic subtitle in the
Bunting of promenade pretence
The man child turns to jump
Into canvas blues of money under pillow
Copyright © Nathaniel Köhp | Year Posted 2009
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