A Snippet Remembered
Looking towards the base from St. Andrews during sirens, 0400 hrs. (1984)
The moon has gone off
Lunar-lateral rotter
To look up the truth of the matter,
Which is
To some of us worthwhile;
A shock of satirists to a flock of sheep,
Pursed lips smiling, you disagree
Or mock the afflicted -
Which is it to be?
Let's drop the wrapper
And call it litter
And start again.
The moon has gone off
Lunar-lateral rotter
To look up the truth of the matter,
Which is
To some of us worthwhile;
A shock of satirists to a flock of sheep,
Pursed lips smiling, you disagree
Or mock the afflicted -
Which is it to be?
Let's drop the wrapper
And call it litter
And start again.
Labels: Frank Foran, poetry
posted by Frank Foran at 2:35 PM
2 Comments:
f**k sake, still alive?
i remember '84, and i was there on mala strana.
i still think of you fondly now and again.
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