Michael Farrell
football & jesus dont mix
hes been fighting
everyone for years he fell out with the
other three musketeers
saying i havent a clue he fails to call
me
sir i beat his dad
he calls me sir i
beat his mum with a
steel sword or a stalk of corn singing im
pope of the barrier reef
some call him the devil & some
a leaf but
reading auden practising walking balancing the
longer collected &
talking in riddles for my own protection
only eating makes me happy that
& knowing what
fails to scratching the
field out disappears
chooks disappear & boys who
lack
self discipline or depression or guilt or something or eat
what tv says & it works welcome
to the cheap eats where everything wheat kills
the grass what does it mean he soothed
getting it
down
my throats like
paper he puts on his
cowboy hat &
counts the kiwis something black almost takes my head off
the theme from star wars