Memories

The boy is up to here darling

The boy is up to here

Children gathered with their cheeks on the ledge and hands hung off the edge and the reinforcd concrete reflects a temple

You knew that sound would trouble sleep you just thought this old house would settle

Spit's a reprieve for eventually for an ankle plunged in nettle

Sickness for the fox is the scream of death though for now it will pass with the rainfall

At the peak, well as high as you could manage, there is only fog

The Painting's up on the wall

Blood medium off the canvas over all

Another lamb tested on the altar

The manifest weights a crooked ship

How big a boot to make you feel so small.

The sun seeps in

But turns soluble in the fire

Marginal tolerence creates holy light

Well that's something to admire