Recently ploughed and deeply rutted
With dangerous streams to the left,
We raced toward the honey funnel.
The pig’s head, now bright
As a champagne breakfast, was stoic
Having long since passed its live-by-date.
Whilst all the while the parachuting monkey
Priest
Dangled ‘neath the folding feeding chair that
Once was new but now
Was as redundant as a flock of stilled hyphens.
I’ll rescue you from this!
But first I must outrun
The tweedy jacket’s froth
And show my wife my love
Is stronger than my will
To saturate the keening krill.
Yet torn by hurried hurricanes
Of doubtful origin
We stumble
For lack of stable
Purchase
and Original
Epiphany
Venice, Italy, 11 October 2015. For the 2016 centenary of DADA. Written during a residency at the Emily Harvey Foundation whilst suffering a hangover and serious Internet connection problems.