” come on you slags “

( richard d. james )

…

rise from the east
like oriental dough

blow your backendish
breezes with aplomb

bomb us with conkers
& slates from the rooftops

make it rain toadstools
bring us pins & needles

spook us all rigid
with your ghost legends

of headless librarians
& spectral stamp collectors

a phantom flying scotsman
haunts your hornby train set

sing in the mist
go fog yourself

build your bloody bonfire
steal the leafen daydreams

die in the west
like an occidental swan

as per your contract
your storylines & bumf

gone by november
– so we haven’t got all month

…