Living

[George.Wright]

and it rolled
out of the womb that glued it there
and allowed it to stand and stop and stare
and take in the absolute chill of the splattered night
the crucible of the dark of the pot of the witches brew
the colours of the rainbow and the vomit that spew
my oh my everything is happening in two's
a binary here and a binary there
is it trick or treat or truth and dare?
the lion's defeated, spiked with the unicorn's hair
why oh why does an artiste have flair?
it's molecules here and molusoces to spare
a 3 billion code of pandora's unlocking
the priests are always the nun's unfrocking
and the space stations are all now starting to docking
split from the one
with features all undone
and spiraled into the mysteries of binary helixes of space
a stupid stubble on that apes face
and of the vision of the statue of liberty in the sand
what is the name of the heavenly band?
that uttered the secret phrase or praise
enscribed on the base of the chalice that stand
executed oh executed by mans own hand
Georges