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All the lame ducks were swimming in the waters of your mucky wake
So you became the magnetic collector of hamstrung mallardians
Claimed you never meant to hook them off the dusty shelf
Then why did you travel to the lonely fairground
You pleaded you didn't mean to lead them down those dead end paths
But did you not hover around their nesting grounds
Did you not breed a feeble trail of crumbs
To keep them waddling deeper down the narrows
Please perverted piper don't deny how you trapped them
In the oily waters of your filthy slipstream
No time to wipe them clean or listen to their wounds
Or even scoff at their lame and injured quackeries
Kid yourself you were only waiting
for the golden goose
and the magic egg
and the holy barnyard
After being fully cured of brain weevils
his brave and tortured feet trod meaningfully if not
magnificently towards the shopping mall
ready at last for the arcade of abundance
When a dancing sphere not quite
lighter than air but certainly greener and fatter
bounced along the road beside him
he recognised a portent as well as the next ape
Should he adopt it, or release it
back into the nearest ocean?
It swerved into the road and survived strikes
from not one but two vehicles before
silently popping beneath a third
It was certainly like something but what
Holding his cigarette between his transition to
working again in book was asked by
every like champagne in celebration of the fabric
of the surveyor unafraid and generous
and beyond them him to
understand optics master for joy
Some years later to get in contact with David the long
email chain to invite him to make a stained mythical
mythical awestruck utterly working in book
mythical 1980s Hollywood Thanksgiving
insatiably voraciously curiously
assured master for joy
There have been few eyes
they are brown
because days going
resolved by thinking Deans in the end
brother Ptolemy appointed as David came to see
a guided three piece suit
and after that we became friends
Rufus in his school play of the hawthorn
bushes exploding my glass window
and in Yorkshire the hedgerows
To film David smoking his young self
took a bit of convincing but in the end
a glass window like champagne in celebration
in surveyor of the fabric of
platinum David invited to make a stained Yorkshire
he resolved by thinking of
the long email chain the guided hedgerows
the blue greater pleasures of his poorly space
Some years later Ptolemy appointed
his native contact with David in Cabaret
of the hawthorn bushes exploding if he knew
the then Dean Abbey in honour of paint yourself
was asked by Rufus in his school play
was asked by scientists in their technologies
Our family maxim "Inspiration she does just had
his 11th birthday"
Rufus in his three piece school play
Yorkshire a stained bore and
Westminster Abbey asked by the hawthorn bushes
to fetch a canvas dressed parents
exploding he resolved by thinking
brother Ptolemy newly guided like
our son Rufus like champagne in celebration
took a bit of convincing to invite him like
our son Rufus like champagne curiosity
To make fabric of the email chain
some years later in honour of the hedgerows
if he knew how to get the Abbey or how
to get in contact with the Queen's Platinum David
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2026/jun/12/david-hockney-remembered-artists-rachel-whiteread-jeremy-deller
https://cutuptechnique.com/
At the height of its elevation it looked six years old
At the height of its immolation it was nearly ten
At the depths of its dependence it had a mental impairment
At the depths of its ascendance it flourished as malnourished
The chosen child chose to be covered in sores
In the light of its destiny it was locked in the darkest cellar
In the light of its destiny it lived in the world's richest city
In the dark of its promise it lived on sawdust and scraps
In the dark of its promise it sat in its own sacred filth
The chosen child rejoiced in its sores
It huddled it hid it cringed in the corner
Living under the threats of being cleansed and living in sunlight
Leads to the memory of its womb figure's voice and the
life-not-lived, as it squeaked "I will be good. Please let me out"
She took the big plunge
I accompanied for the encouragement
the ice dive no wetsuit surface breaker
the local name escapes me
We walk back to the camp
She's shivering she's shaking but
- Don't touch me
The others, the fire mob
snort and scoff - Is it even
real if you didn't film it
That's when I started to untie the antique harpoon
from the wall
She shook her frosty curls like - Enough
of your nonsense
She'd undertaken the big dipper
and was free from us all
He's just a normal dude who rides the bus
looking for signs like a regular guy
a stand-up sit-down scum of the earth type
I'm talking about myself in case. Now
Scratched on the seat in front are
new clues
I need your help to decode
1. Dara is a freshie
2. Nom is a Godod
Reply, reply. I await your device
