"Fragile Thoughts of Wonder"
By Jesper Kold
Poem for Arthur Rimbaud
Days of gratitude Flying horses pancakes with asteroids
Shamps and shades of grey llightbulbs perfect athstetics
Flannanigans woolen sweaters with my desire for you my dear
When wonderful creatures of cirkular breathing me call my
The Didgereedoos another round for the Weekend
Over the years and round the obscure boats I saw fly
Over the treetops pigeons and cows screaming Icecream
Deserted wheels and Shabby Quarters fragile thoughts of wonder
The drunken bicycles of direction no one a matter they had
Tell me why this and here the fumes from green packages of cigarettes
Swirling around the borders of streets made of ballons
Bufoons from Outer Crazy Spades of Space
Futile environments to warm huggy hugly shoulders of save us the day
There could be many tasty o' friendos
But many bottles o' Gin and Tonic Whiskey and Pints of Lager
There at the pub I was in inner London
Times they were quiet and nice it was.
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