March 2022 Collage Poem: The Lost Prophet

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Strange handshake, borrower

Plugs into deep sea darkness


John the Baptist turns

On the aluminium kitchen taps

The River Jordan has turned radioactive


Vultures in the gym flex and strain

Through cluttered concrete layers


Vultures pounding dents from floor removed

No electricity in the gym

Nigel talking about milkshakes


The monsters under the bed

Are just mismatched suitcases


The deluded prophet in times of cold darkness

On borrowed time


Clocking off in my youth in my home town

Waiting for the no. 19 bus under the heady lilac blossom


The rainbow casts a colourless shadow

On the bus stop where The Lost Prophet

Waits for the late number 92


Lend us a fiver

Horror in technicolour

but we’ll be OK won’t we

With Jesus, John and Genesis

In the gym.


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Nigel Astell

Sat 12th Mar 2022 02:45

Darkest of the dark
grim collage poetry
truly accomplished each
and every time.

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