written ca.1991
i must have been a horrible man..?
Within half an hour of nowhere
O dear
don't panick
Get your gun
Amok is what you want
Each one a God
strutting with pride.
All of them white and smelly,
hands across the belly,
nothing or all to hide
What else is there to do
in a supermarket,
and after all it's Sunday,
you won't hurt a fart
Maybe first the tins,
pineapple juice, custard,
avocados, yoghurt,
clotted cream, then the bins,
nightgowns and cashbox,
the windows and doors
Fuck it, I hope somebody walks
into these bullets,
just one astray.
I need to see blood
All around
blood is thinned out,
it's milky with fat
and tough on the heart.
Let me shoot Gods
and drink their blood.
Let me die
fiercely
to rise and fly
beyond the cloud,
beyond
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