Philip Rogan

Its a sadness I breath that makes me so slow
Life, animates me marionette – strings move and I go
A resistance, a pull and a snag, I fear my intransigence is clear

My love? She left. I lived.

Why I had eaten the sky that day I did not no but more colours were to flow
Like slaughtered soldiers in a field I ate gold, cream and tangerine

Wicked, were the tears the sails they made
Pirates disembowelled the rest flaid’

When I was a king, I made Mr. Horsey a knight.

Luck runs out of my spout

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