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!!!!!!!HOPPY BIRD DAY!!!!!!!

just shy of
almost 35 inches high
she perches on my arm

sobs into my shirt cuff
her 4th birthday looms large

for her
& us
...the big 04!

she cries she doesn't
want to grow old
& die!

fears her birthday as
the Grim Reaper himself
calling in person

"Birthdays..." I console her
are just like breathing
in&out

stop 'em & - you're gone!
you don't have birthdays then
no more you!

birthdays are how you
keep making you
happen!

my little eyassvall tears & snot
brightens up at this
sniffs & sniffles

I tell her
you are the sky
all endless & blue

time the wings
that lets you
fly

Death, snickers
standing by my shoulder
"Ahhh...ya old haggard ya

that's a nice pretty lie
to dry
a nestling's tears."

I watch her fly
into the endless blue
of her self

smile as she
embraces
her now

I hop on one
leg
hoppty hop

"HOPPY BIRD DAY!"
I shout against the glare
of time and sun

she squeals
excited now
as to the who

she is
going to
be

both of us
hopping down
the path together
It is heaven.
Crickets
Peace
Breath
Smiles
Warmth
Weightless
But that one wormhole to hell
Remains
A cat on a wall
In this oppressive
Evening heat
It still seems
So cool
While it's fur
Clearly
Gives no relief
But it full knows
What the humans
Don't know
Don't have a shout
All else
From humanity
Laughs
Knowing
What
Will
Come
About.
Why would it start
On a Monday?
Seems a bit
On the nose
Wouldnt you say?
Surely it makes more sense midweek
To start
The Satanicness then
On behalf
Of those
Who believe
The goat
And all of his ways
Their aims
Won't be remote
But will be
Deffo believed.
Them that score goals
Don't generally
Write songs
And if they do it's
Not often that great
And have you seen them songwriters
Upon the sacred field?
They at least
A couple o seconds
Too late.
You have Icarus wings,
And the sun is beating down.
Your halo is plastic,
Melting through your hair.
Think they’ll listen to you now?

Convincing as you tried,
A carnival sleight of hand,
Distracting with your clamor.
Did you hope they'd understand
While you dragged me through the gallows,
Lashed me with leather tongues,
Hoping I'd succumb to your reprimand?

Let me be a sacrifice
Martyrdom, a swinging pendulum,
Tethered to the truth etched on my wrinkles.
I’ll die never having known your lies.
No regrets will pile upon my station,
No weights to drag my feet down,
No anchor when the rope catches my throat.

I surrender nothing.

So tell them,
Talk in your Sunday masses
Tell them I was a demon,
Condemn then, condemn
And I’ll haunt in untold horrors.

Let you cast the first stone,
May it break my bones,
Truth seeps from my marrow
Bleeds out onto your stage,
How can you control them when..

You have Icarus wings,
And the sun is beating down
Your halo is plastic,
Melting through your hair,
Who will believe you now?
This is primarily about maintaining yourself, your dignity, and your personhood despite what other people try and spread about you. Staying true and not seeking to give attention to those who would hang you out to dry.
Working both floors
Like Joe Calzaghe
A flurry unrelenting
The nous to back off a bit

Moulded from a lad
By his dad
The cool Enzo
Who took over
When his trainer
Went silenzio

Bolstered the gym
Raised two other
World champions
In the small town of Newbridge
How could that have happened

Pushed Joe
When he was not sure
On and on and on
His boy he implored

To look within
And find more than himself
Through bust hands
And self doubt
Till there's nowt left

Enzo knew
Joey was about
To destroy
Three killers
Before he clocked out.
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