Saturday, February 20, 2010

dead chinook overfall so wide is love

holes in the city
where the Luftwaffe came over
how much we hated the Germans in our backyards
gasmasks everyone even in the 1960s had a gasmask
one day some boys

a firework a fireworld laid down by
rubble the verbs seep only
baby baby in the future you weren't there
I looked everywhere until my heart cold

as penguin poetry flew out they tied it to me
lit it and ran off I got it off just in time
oh Airey Neave never did so but what

legs blown off dead of the loss of blood
no vital organs blown up just the conduits
in that they were cheering that night
there was no mistaking what that was for
over the South Atlantic oilfields

whose water is this? who


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