Opening the Eyelid
(for David Rattray)
ripped by rum and oranges
we’ll picnic here
there’s no difference
between homecoming and going
God’s whiskers on Jesus skin
I have an inside to my outside
fireflies in a leaf filtred limelight
thereby fulfilling a prophecy
every moment empty space shines
bathtub rings
I think of your children in spacesuits
Labels: children in spacesuits, David Rattray, fireflies, God's whiskers, Wood Green