A POST FOR ALEX ROSE

This is not
is not
i repeat for the sake of the
children
deafdumband
blind
hoary eyed and bat faced
children
dead in a pool the vicar's piss
children
what for anyways all we had to eat were
disease
and potatoes
rotten cum soaked tomatoes
flies shitting on our
prim
proper
never ever was a princely prattling
on and on
children
children
children
tell them this is not a

poem

assholes
dusty rusted and what a name for
encrusted with custard
and curried for bluster
you show me
mister
the black hand blisters
and what a mistake the
listless
loose and lettuce like
my tight hands
and oh the dusty rusted assholes
linger on your ashen fingers
so
so
so thats why I'm saying
this is knot
no
knockers
on my children say the darnedest
shit
when you fuck them
with the grit
and sand
and the vicar's willing hand
is not
a

poem

this was just an exercise
please don't
be alarmed
its not art if no one
was harmed

rabbits rags and random shotguns
quiet in the hour
we'll soon
devour

the men that keep you from your sleep
little
baby
ALEX

who's the carrot, then?