You lead me to the bedroom
I couldn’t believe the size
Asked me how I liked my eggs
I replied ‘unfertilised’
I said please don’t be so forward
I’d prefer a little less idle chat
For I’m only viewing a show home…
Now what do you think of that!
Jan Allison
20th November 2014
A crstal god burnt out his light
Blazing at both end of the world,
A triumphant dullness painted
On the western cloud a circle of blood
And night posed in ambush
To wrap the widowed day in black
And we could not ward him off
To save orphans from bad dreams
And we could not even enlighten the sky
For a moon dance with fingers dripping
With blood of a star.
O the mystic cock is consumed in this fete,
Of glow worms parading themselves
As real stars.
Their amphibious bird,
Unfertilised for democracy,
Laid us this barren-egg dawn.
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