FatherlandA Poem by BuboMiss you all ~ currently doing an open university course, and this was one of my submissions, very chuffed I got a first :)
Fatherland
He
stands in grand swish of splendid silk suits, curls
of ghostly cigar smoke climb idly, belching
out from below, perhaps an aftermath of
when he dined with the devil on fish and chips,
debating world politics, war, peace, the
raging heat, the damn price of rising petrol, to ranting about rebels ruining their heads, playing
Russian
roulette with drugs and mounting debts, drinking
Fosters label instead of flat lemonade, hell - such
a disgrace, as he strokes fine grey’s sprouting from
his ears, singing to his sharpened samurai blade
within, as we cling to edge careful not to cut tender
flesh, careful - for if not that, then tongue of
large proportions would lick and lash, jerking
fine hairs among speckled freckles up to
face flexing cane between fidgeting thumbs, laughing
so loud the carpet cringed, concealing
itself pitifully in silly patterns, so
we could count swirls in colours, pretend rivers
were racing to anywhere else, but
here. Not here. For here is like hell, nowhere,
but everywhere, majestic in its fear, and
so far down, that’s what Daddy said, so
far down, if he chucked us we’d crash land into
the hideous lair of the devils house. © 2012 BuboFeatured Review
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Added on March 12, 2012Last Updated on March 12, 2012 AuthorBuboLondon, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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