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of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
that's half a young cat's life
I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Dada taught me cards.Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.His big belly like a cannon ball.
Speak kindly to your little boy
And hug him when he cries.
Add kisses, kindness, time and love
Teach him to be wise.
Speak softly to your little girl
I’m a spinning, winning, tripping, zipping, super-sonic ice queen:
See my moon zoom, clock my rocket, watch me splutter tricksy space-steam.
Bring on your shining armour, dude.I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
He swears on his mother's life he wasn't there.
And if he was there
he swears on his mother's life it wasn't him.
And if it was him