Bittle Lird.

Bittle Lird

Elastic scar fat
Drips will burn
Plastic heads
On football legs

Naming tags for all your bits
And lots of deep fried mars bar T.V trips,

Snaking ropes in the cellar hang cow shoe maps
old as lighters burn itches scratch.

Lab ruts fire
deep inside

more of those bear hand jokes to find,

I stoke my feathers
and spread your wings

as silver pickled milk drips
sing

the reds the reds
They haven’t got any legs

all the while a beaming Manchu squatter,
screams

cuckoo cuckoo
You’re a donkey

and in the morning you will marry me.