Paint a picture start with red,
This time think of the love things I said.
Think of the colours I brought to your spectrum,
Outside the norm’ I gave love uninfected,
Preening the blossom and feeling the lust,
Ash to my ashen then guilt for my lush,
Socratic and dense like four men in 5 tents
If the southern tip will rise then I’ll be the battleship.
Nukes for Korea….
Allah is here.
Allah is there,
Now Allah is beer-soaking coasters and beermatsin this joint or that.
Thine tinsel that fell below mistletoe wine,
We eat at the table but bedroom we dine in
Soldier named Denny, brethren like I got,
Won’t come up good at the funeral for Godot.
I enhance the tune with so wistful yet speakable,
Mother in ruins passed out by the speakers.
Remember the class?
Go on fuck! Kiss my arse!
I’ll be sure to leave ample time for looking glass,
Telling time as the hour falls hither with shower
And muscular dystrophy embalms the mirror,
Do away with all tale of ten fallen as men - shall be lust driven pain stricken inside and then – reach optimized numeral,
There at my funeral,
Some laugh will fry bake others but too late as I die.
Chris Canham (feeling well situated 😊♥️)