I once believed in prayer,
was even fascinated by
the papal institution at one
point. All the glory and glitz
and all for God. All that is gone.
Percy Bysshe Shelley took me
to the void, Lennon and The Beatles
brought me through the tunnel.
All has changed… Now, I listen
to the rails of the monorail
humming on an LP on my monaural,
remembering the days my uncle
Derek had one in my grandfather’s
house. One voice for all to hear.
One voice, showing his muscle
against the angry bird, taking it
to the next level, next generation
Nicoise extraction, dark, taking
away layers of English soil,
planting the plot with new growth,
taking new thought into new
generations, Leo, at two,
taking the gold in my hand.