Monday, 29 July 2013


I caught a bulldog fly 
across the cotton wool sky
it's giant padded paw prints 
left a trail; a kind of cosmic braille
for the blind, 
(not visually blind, but those who find
nothingness; those unable to read the signs)
imprinted braille above
you cannot fail to love
-the air that holds us in place-
bulldog don't waste 
your paw prints on us human people
(we're not worth it)