Tollerton

Gotham Pastures

Tollerton Airport Apron (Revisited)

Verse 1

I am too big for the front room, see,
Afraid of The Mirror.
And methodically take off my head,
Placing it on the silver elliptic tray.
But it was only ‘ablenkung’*

Why,yesterday, Old Nick
Played a record of loneliness to me.
Then, just for one moment,
I see myself under the bridge,
Exactly between cities.

Then costumed, from Newtown, see.
‘abgelenkt’, you were,
Transparent bodies
In you, below the belt,
A poison 'gift',

‘A Life Change’

Verse 2

Now I am,
Stern on the wings of an angel,
Heading for the nearest church,
For Martyrdom, on the guest list.
The Bright way to Stations,

To triangles, symbols see,
Of birds, beliefs and Indians.
Above and below the belt,
Revelations, have become so many,
I can hardly keep up.

Verse 3

Like seeing Talacre and the last party.
Just now I stepped into heaven,
Flourished where soil was:
New crop,
All most ready.

Treading the paths,
Of a Doppelgänger.
A Doppelgänger,
In Alcohol Dreams.

Pace the earth cracked,
As a Fallen Shepherd, fall
Across the drain, to
Gaze on the Lone Pike.

Verse 4

Before television, see,
All they had was Rainbows,
A kind of tragic joke,
Now framing Bassingfield field.

In 3D,see,
Rain spots,
A black apron,
Run away.

Emerge then from The Pillbox,
Of windows and rifles,
Going Out to the Light:
Like something missing in a wallet.


26th December, 2005 (Revised, 20th, November, 2009,)

‘ablenkung’* deviance