NERVOUS IN SAVAGE GARDENS

is anything so hard
after all we have done & done ?

all we got to do now
is live till we die

& i seen the world outside
& i seen the world on tv

& i am torn
torn into submission

no - indecision


~

i done that nervous chunder
in the savage garden bin

bile risen in the tower hill 

london wall tunnel spill

& 

the flip side -
twinkle eyed marching 

on a sparking mission 

shirt out & billowing
round the fountains & lions
of the city square stone

i hit an undrunk full stop
outside the museum there

my home grown third eye dried 

& good for blink glimpses only

~

& my age is like a weight now

a mansion house foot scraper

a hand-me-down iron - metal

its a comfort monkey on my back

&

i re-smelt it daily

into

a

morning medal

i award myself 

at lunch

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