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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