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Parasite

I The beggar outside the supermarket You swore was picked up later In a flashy car Sat there in the sun for 8 hours While you pissed & moaned All the way home To your bookless Mausoleum With a chlorinated pool Where one day you will Face down float When your sour & blackened Heart Is divorced by your body So wet nurse your rage Make your piss boil & your eyeballs pop-a-pop Can you feel the parasite inside Laugh-dance while you sleep It´s fingernails tickle your bladder Devil face in the bathroom mirror Your father´s face & his father´s too An unbroken line of Flightless birds Who settled for less Now nested in white rooms And in early curtain light Mumble Parasite Parasite Parasite II The parasite gloms The parasite glues The parasite grasps The parasite gnaws The parasite grinds The parasite grows III Us parasites We live on walls Arterial roads Junctions, stations Sleep on gratings Doorways, stairways In fears, in minds Unlocked cellars Sun shined rooftops Camp in midnight chained Parks & face wash in near frozen Fountains IV They are the wayward The serial absconder Leather jacket bug-eyed Glue huffer Gipsy Davy, pied piper Of vagrancy Plague agent , alleyway Shitter Shifty, shirty Steal the milk & morning paper From your dawn step Mail used condoms, bloody Needles in Saturday´s letter box Bring back the cat Conscription Short sharp shock Sulphur and castor oil To purge the system Of Parasites! V The parasite is everywhere He dares to not speak Our god-loved tongue On buses his woman Wrapped up tight Against contamination They cannot meet the Upstanding eye Or else stare back Unblinking And there are too many And they block the pavement And the hospital beds And they will drown & swarm All that Is milky safe and mild Unless we angry-act Now VI As I rise to leave He all of a sudden Soft collars me Pepe the painter that´s him Grey´d full rounded out Asks of the family And the pueblo & then the spiel The one month dead wife No work and the kid at school & not even bread in the house I hand him all the change In my pocket Ungrudged For a (snow) job well done By parasite surely I don´t mean him It´s the head scarfed woman Cry-pleading The biblical beard One leg rolled up To display scabbed Medical bolts The block capital Cardboard sign The small dozing dog & the downturned eyes The bench sleepers Sky ranters Trash bin rakers All submarine deep Cave blind Lost in some forest Without a breadcrumb Trail All the gutter coins Of this city will Never buy them back That child peace gone & so to sneer The cure for cancer Does not reside or die With them But also it won´t With the likes of me So who is the parasite Here? VII The careful art of Containing horror Bergen-Belsen In a bubblegum wrapper The tin loving cup rattles The wind stings Untampered by noon-sun Glare The abscess throb Of mortal thoughts Sidestepped Temporary Out of service Every 20 yards A sleeping bag shroud In theater land Soho Tottenham court road Uncollected refuse No refuge The soul cleansing dept Is on indefinite strike Living tissue turns to mulch In time lapsed view Compassions heat diffuses & even the rain Will not stir them.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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