January 20, 2020

It's Time (As Free As A Smuggled Budgie On A Milk-Train...)

I'm as free as a smuggled budgie on a milk train
Incongruous is my middle name
It's been a very long time since we time travelled
and today is the day

you won't catch me when I'm pedal to the metal
or in a boat by Loughborough
Fettled, wide and shot blasted; will you search
through the wiry shambles?

Will you wait for me in the boards and the billets
in the torpid trunks and the coves and fillets?
The asbestos never got you and it hasn't come for me yet
Just blood cancer, the prostate and the bones

Not wires, not ancestry buzzing in the Pelican
Where they all know when shush is mush to the pack
and we send them back
Travellers in time. Maybe a hobby?

Maybe you'll let me know sometime soon.








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