FOR DYLAN THOMAS

FOR DYLAN THOMAS

*

Peered in mirrors dark as pitch

Dust his blood as black as stout,

Adam owl-wise in his long-johns

Mumbling, moths come out ‘ his mouth.

*

He would walk upon the waters

And the waters turned to wine,

Then He’d dance with Circe, his Caitlin

Though she cast his pearls to swine.

*

Fierce hungover he awakens

Like a priest cock-crowned and shaven,

All his knuckle-bones are carved for skulls

and dice.

*

He goes wandering for a Wonder,

With a Scythe across his shoulder

notes the last Words of his Father

the broken jawbone jigsaw.

*

He records the Signs & Saga’s

on dirty parchment paper,

he saw…

A murder of crows..

A parliament of owls..

A murmur of drunken radio’s..

A crown of parsley.

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The Reverend Hellfire.

Use only as prescribed.

May cause Death or Injury if taken by another person.

If pain persists consult a reputable medical practitioner.

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~ by reverendhellfire on April 29, 2018.

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