prayer poem

Dearest Gods of the Air

then of course

Jesus & the other 1 Lord

please ban vintage steam fairs

nasty dreams & all wars.






Bad smells & smart cars

the cult of celebrity

glove puppets jumping on their own

from opened cupboards

& the piss-take annoying vagueness

of brevity.





Plus can we have more Butterflies in January?

Will I go to HELL

if I prefer dirty-sliced-white over granary?

Are grey squirrels really a species

or just that little bit older?

Alleyways nice 1 4 glistening-listening

& lifting these chips - in a bit

off my shoulder.





(AmEnd)

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