Low Flying Planes
Low-flying
Overheard on Saturdays,
Brings me,
(like
landing on two feet
when needle-shocks
fly, like swarms of swords
up your leg)
To summer
Lawn-mowers;
Pacing,
Rhythmically on shorn lawns,
Sponges;
Thown at overheated althletes
Dragging themselves through the city centre;
The Great West Run.
These idle distractions
Keep me afloat
On the pale guinness head
of my thoughts.
Half-light shaded memories
Fit, reassuringly
Like stabilisers
Armbands
To stop you slipping under.
Overheard on Saturdays,
Brings me,
(like
landing on two feet
when needle-shocks
fly, like swarms of swords
up your leg)
To summer
Lawn-mowers;
Pacing,
Rhythmically on shorn lawns,
Sponges;
Thown at overheated althletes
Dragging themselves through the city centre;
The Great West Run.
These idle distractions
Keep me afloat
On the pale guinness head
of my thoughts.
Half-light shaded memories
Fit, reassuringly
Like stabilisers
Armbands
To stop you slipping under.
posted by Laura at
5:20 PM
2 Comments:
'pale Guinness head' - you know, when I was propping up the bar next to Mr. Hegley a few weeks back, he was chugging back the black stuff.
By
Stouty O'Groin., at 2:12 PM
Ah, it doesn't surprise me that the man has good taste :o)
By
Laura, at 5:57 PM
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