Drinking Aerials Help Poem by Saul McCandless

Drinking Aerials Help



All my lovers, not my brother
In transit across
Moon quakes and angels dust
Pity those poor mites

For what has come, gone
What lay beforehand
That which transcends me now
Diseases not brought aboard

Launch desire
Intertwining limbs
Like scraped branches
Hiccupping hello and drums bang

How then? Now then! Foul in Zen
These latitudes are off kilter
Filtered daily waste
For my pension, collapsing

This that has died
Those that have come alone
To endear my name and attitude
Behaviours unknown to most.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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