The Backie (back alley)

The Backie (back alley)

“A back-garden-walled no-man’s land…”

Away from the safety of my childhood home
Around the back of twitching curtains
Lay a strip of half-forgotten land
A back-garden-walled no-man’s land
Where bins, toppled,
Spewed their plastic intestines
Across a tarred and broken path.

Wild borders, long grass, nettles, weeds
Dead rats, dog crap, dark freedom
The place to dissect a long dead crow
Scoop shit on sticks and throw
Chalk a name, something profane, onto Mrs Walker’s wall
And darker still
A place to sip alcohol
Light a smoke, set fire to bins.

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I want a horse that flies

I want a horse that flies

“I’m just looking for a horse… that flies”

I want a unifying faith
I want a world that’s always safe
I want a love that never dies
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to be loved without ever caring
get where I need to without any bearing
be happy in the gutter forget the sky
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to grow up, but to tell the truth
I get vertigo on a bungalow roof
hate to stretch when I can just get by
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to hold you and not grow old
drop the poker face, resist the fold
be a permanent fixture not a passer-by
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to have my cake and eat it
turn the other cheek so you can beat it
I want the things that money can’t buy
I want a horse
… that flies

I want a unifying faith
I want a world that’s always safe
I want a love that never dies
I’m just looking for a horse
… that flies.

Yapparister – October 2013

 

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