We
Scilly Isles
We
Scilly Isles
Translate into French or whatever you like
Fish jumping with lucid frills.
Flandered will only be snow Blose
The heater in high through the thrills and bile;
I saw all the cowl Seance
The Spirit and Hilden waffotills;
Detide the blke, Coneath the fleas,
There was a frieze pluttering
Conpenfed septati the flat oil
And swondleon mockiray;
And never had a stone in briched
Gargins wove through the beam;
The lower jaw is to me, a thousand and ruO,
Wessing them, in the shads Golightly spance.
Daves planced one another in them; but Loy
He said parkling surface Schlee
A paiter clutter does not glay
Pice in the second timpanee;
Glaced- glaced- I also plose
The ferret convention clight nealthy wasps
The plumage is for it, and when I am in my Louch Wight,
Racat extensively or in the water
And along the drat innards plie
Stitch in blast from molotude;
And then strapped to rest gills;
When a fish jumping daffofrills
Gloats on high and sees my pills
May I confess my sins online,Father?
If you must.
Well, I don’t like Nigel Farage
Is that it?
Sorry to be so boring.
Everyone today is confessing the same thing
I just saw him!
Yes, he hates himself too
Is he a Catholic?
Well.Hitler was.
But was Farage brought up as one?
Well, he knows how to confess sins
That’s no use unless he stops committing them
Right, he has no firm purpose of amendment.
He compliments Trump for his racist outbursts
He may even complement Trump.
Stitch them together and there is still something missing
What?
Humanity, humaneness,caritas, agape,care,kindness
I see you went to a good Seminary,Father.I used to like the Latin Mass
But not Latins en masse
I prefer them to the English
That is a sin.We must love equally
Can’t we hate equally instead?
I am ambivalent about that
You’re a Paradox
Where do they originate?
Somewhere Unorthodox.
This is getting rude
No it’s not!
Don’t contradict me
That’s Latin!
It’s an order
Or a disorder?
Stop playing games
Who’re you? Wittgenstein?
He’s dead
What a shame
Actually would he enjoy living in England now
No, because he was Jewish.
So are lots of people.
Somehow they get hurt or even killed at times
What times?
Nazitimes
Stalintimes
Tsartimes
GoodFridaytimes
Greedytimes
Allthetime
In the Times
Of the times
Oh, time!
Well it’s about time we stopped it.
About time
On time
In time
After time
Time and Motion
Soon we’ll have the Flood
Why has Boris not built an Ark?
Because he doesn’t Noah how to
Because God didn’t speak to him
Because there was a full stop at the end of the sentence.
Is that not normal?
Not on WhatsApp!
What is up?
What is down?
I don’t know what the Eskimos know!
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire, unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear, so eerie,
It shone, grey silver.
If I had opened my eyes wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged, unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else,
By freezing Love itself.
I have sulked a hundred times or more
Numbers have no meaning in this game
I should say I’ve glowered well before
He loves me not ,he loves me, am I bored?
I need to put this act inside a frame
I have sulked a thousand times or more
Can I be my false self out of doors?
Adapting to the weather. not the rain
I should say I’ve glowered well before
Be yourself while crying through your pores
The tiger is delighted, he ‘s been tamed
I have sulked but is it time for more?
What has value, what should we ignore?
I go red when I am struck by shame.
I wonder if I’ve glowered here before
By the ego, we direct our aim
Someone, somewhere certainiy gets maimed
I have sulked, do your want any more?
I’ve been enraged but now my temper’s stored