birthday sonnet drawn in pencil with novelty eraser .. …

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and if I were a rogue elephant
at the zoo where I grew up
presented in the land
where I was born
in the zone of rhinoceros or armadillo
my scaly skin protect me
from that awful sin of adolescence
summer visits upon this gushing train
spewing anonimity with children crayons
these impartial thoughts collide
there can be no immunity
from noise in London town

Camden Town where group leaders
assemble bustling, budding drumsters
we do not ask what type
of which political agenda
their art on street food escalators
broken down where people congregate
at canals, locks, bridges
once converted rivers
beside the opportunity to submit
the fond oppression of knowledge
appropriate to that which no one understands

the march of antelope
within the zoo I was raised
left now to only make conjugal visits
on summer trips by electric train on google-foot
to buy back memories
wrapped in fridge magnets with cellophane
teeming citadels of learning
framed engle culture
the Rosettis come into view
historic subtleties of political reference
they were just people
who stored their lives in writing
painted metaphor with oil
behind glass in pencil, sanguine
where there is now little meaning

there is panic on the streets of London
of Boston, of Birmingham
we have lost our ability to draw or reason
in old St Pancras churchyard
people meet to talk
I hear people singing under shade of tree
a mongrel dog is passing
as we orbit the sun

.©edenbraytoday24.08.2023

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(italics: reference borrowed from a song written by the Smiths)