May Collage Poem
Tense reticence, the kiss of limbs
for Hanging’s biggest fan
Free and easy
Scattered island red
Poll blood hundred to the dozen
The long, elastic tug-of-war of love
Forgive me if I did not understand:
Lord, may my faith grow ever stronger
A voice cracking on the radio,
Giving some sort of verification
That the static’s home.
I know that it’s hard
But if you listen in closely, you can
Almost hear the truth of what
They actually speak.
Two souls, with differing minds
And synchronized hearts.
Shudehill busker plays jazz
To inexpert ears
I love to mix landscapes with verses
Faith celebrates humour
When tension strikes
The hand of faith