Jun 23
Sticky Breath
June 23rd, 2008 by christopher barnes · No Comments
Papa Ironside ventilates his pipe-clay,
Swabs
Progressing unctuous gunk.
The lung surgeon Mr Gaspar
Rubs a fluty squeak
Sputtering
Spongy lumps from millstone lungs.
Squashing through the windpipe.
Through hockle-green blinds
A London park succumbs to rot,
Railing contours rust unspiky
…Further on, death’s blunt bluff.
Look twice –
The old man’s cranky smile
Is sunlight’s jaundiced smoke.
