Day 17

 Day 17


Poem based on a song


A newish song..Wild God, by Nick Cave


Listening to Wild God-

Back to the drawing board about poems about gods,

old gods, living in the suburbs

half mad with old age and disappointment 


I’m trying to remember the time we went 

to Glasgow, all in black and predictably thin

so we shivered from the cold

And he folded like a pencil case compass,


shadow of an exercise book god

scribbled during a high exam in German,

possible beautiful impressions

in spilled navy blue ink.


And on the coach home

I made a kiss with my eyes and mouth

like a mask of a god

pressed on weather glass


Look there, you

in the passed fields, did you 

ever worship being

cold, young wild?


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