Another day alive
Another room asit
Knitted multicolour shawls, peaches, bananananas
Na na na na na naaaa na, na naaa na, na naa
I wanted moooore
Tea; Fallons. Oaties; oaties.
Beidh aonach amárach i gcontae an Chláááááir
(Apparently)
Woodquests, non-stop, COO, COO, COO, COO
Fucking owls they think they are!
Apparently
Have you seen that kid in the video who goes "apparently, apparently?"
What a genie. I wonder how he's doing now
Anyway, this is a poem
Peaches, The Silver Spoon, Italian people, Pink Eye Masks, Colours
Poemish stuff
Of course, it's all Just Normal™
Just normal, just normal, just normal, just normal
Nothing to see here!
[Pause, and prepare to read the next line in a farmer's accent...]
"You'll find no poetry around here!"
As a farmer in Wicklow said to John Millington (Synge) one time
Wicklow, of course, couldn't possibly be fuller of vistas, vales, lakes, trees, greenage, oomphishness
Oh yes, a very ordinary neck of the Local Cluster
Nothing to get worked up about
Each woodquest a complete biological fucking mystery.
Well, I exaggerate. We know they go COO, COO, COO, COO, all day
Probably no-one knows why though.
And, that they've a somewhat understandable mistrust of human bean-bags
The clever little fuckers
More, woodquest, coo; less, normal, bee
Pink, speaker, pump; new, non, knee
Love, pen, scratch; ondes, on, me
Adieu, now, you; heart, bag, queen