SKA
Ska is for Jesuits who hold back the pack
for they play with whist and emerging vent
for the rights of one to come alone,
for the pack is the right-hand man
of God’s witness on earth,
the wolf of many clothes on the
line of the punto and weather-dew
decollage and strump.
Punk is the Wrong and Right of youth
it is the fullness of light and the start of the bright
-ness of being in the right again
but not ever full of shallow endeavour
of being on the punt and not
the swevour of deeds and wrongful arrests
like mine
of heart and mind, not churn and
youthful praise. For it is about time
you all recognise sleaze as the real endeavour
of necessity, not paws and reflect
for it is without doubt the full one and
not the empty that does not get
the real end into sout’ and north
beings for the ruination of long
term era’s of the put-in
ball.
Russia is the fantastic place
I long to go
It is for the red and blue and not the rind
and marrow of timous variety
and songbird-like gentleman and charge.
It puts a man at graceful easy-going-like
timbre to be able to make the realtime
stupid and tumeric soft virgin
sombre
of like it or not
the wake of the arrow’s flight
is not the easy path to existence
for young alone.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017