Month: August 2019


framed in clouds beyond the distant downs
an angel’s eyes flash morning from within
the eastern sky anoints her as a crown
radiance surrounds her form, the new day can begin.
That her blessings strike my face in sunlight
and her smile has breathed love into me
she answers prayers I begged for in dark midnights
for those delights the chosen only see.


there’s a girl with purple hair
sitting in her underwear
holding records in the air
without a thought for proper care

there’s finger marks upon her grooves
and there’s sleeves left in the sun
the turntable hardly ever moves
and that needle looks quite worn

I’m sure that there’ll be cracks and skips
if she ever gets round to play
the record she’s held upon her hips
for her photograph today.