A cherub on a stand is not
A cherub
. . . . . . . . in eholacation
Remember that and forgive a Rabbit
His sin.
Utopia was where I was seen on
GuyFawkes night . . .
Where were you on Halloween?
Cast iron, bleached blue
My boyfriend and me.
Cradles rock while old man weep
Too dry to breast feed.
Mama's on the swing
That s mamma and me
She sings to the moon
I just sit and watch stars
Candles, rubies and bigger stones,
Mamma and me .. . ... . . . .
Black forest my birthday cake
Candles cradles, Rock a Star!
Black forest cake, your
favourite . . . .
too?
The cream that spurts out my mouth
side to side,
The maraschino cherries
Sweet olives no olive pips
The whole damn thing steeped
in maraschino cherry juice liquer
Pappa's in the garage, he's working
on grandma's bike.
Caught a shadow, sucked a pip
Waiting on the kerb.
My boyfriend's coming in his
Volvo . . . . .
Our fourth date.
Signal Hill, he said, a drive
Park off.
John Lennon on the tape.
Sheepskin seat covers-
That's cool!
Mamma says that'll be okay but not
School Day Night's.
Eagles crawl in the candlelight
Frogs? Crack a whip
That's disperse!
Jemma has a toy pet crocodile
Its wind-up it swims and
Chews bits of corn pop
that Jemma breaks off.
Crocodiles, angels, cradles. Candles.
My boyfriend and me.
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