Jerrybaldy
05-24-2018, 06:43 PM
I think I’m the reincarnation of Bosch,
You’re being a twat again she says
And bites into her sandwich,
A wasp flies past
Lifted by the warm updraft
From the daisies and decay
Of the meadow,
Imagine if I’m Lennon,
You aren’t Lennon or Bosch she says
I bite on an apple and my gums bleed
On its core,
Insects with a hoard of legs
March the blanket on the floor
Like a Cold War woodland display,
I’m Lenin not Lennon I declare
You’re my twat she says
My very own number one boy
I feel great but say
F uck you
She says
F uck you too
She pours her Sicilian lemonade
On the Daisies
And we kiss
She bites on my tongue
Warm blood in my mouth
I’m Bosch I shout,
You’re a twat she screams,
I rekiss her
Pouring my blood into her mouth
Like a gravy boat,
Let’s go deep into the woods
Where you can’t find your way out
Where birds have eaten the breadcrumbs
You mean nothing, she says,
I understand,
hold her freckled hand
and take her in.
You’re being a twat again she says
And bites into her sandwich,
A wasp flies past
Lifted by the warm updraft
From the daisies and decay
Of the meadow,
Imagine if I’m Lennon,
You aren’t Lennon or Bosch she says
I bite on an apple and my gums bleed
On its core,
Insects with a hoard of legs
March the blanket on the floor
Like a Cold War woodland display,
I’m Lenin not Lennon I declare
You’re my twat she says
My very own number one boy
I feel great but say
F uck you
She says
F uck you too
She pours her Sicilian lemonade
On the Daisies
And we kiss
She bites on my tongue
Warm blood in my mouth
I’m Bosch I shout,
You’re a twat she screams,
I rekiss her
Pouring my blood into her mouth
Like a gravy boat,
Let’s go deep into the woods
Where you can’t find your way out
Where birds have eaten the breadcrumbs
You mean nothing, she says,
I understand,
hold her freckled hand
and take her in.