Wildely Paradoxical
By Andrea Malcolm
So he's standing with Robbie (not Bosie) among the lilies and sunflowers
in velvet of course
and peacock feathers
and blue china.
Their eyes meet-or hands, or lips or something, and
the dragon awoke
with a fiery flame that thrust through
his mind
his groin
his pen.
Earnestly breaking all shades of Grey with its
Rainbow coloured fairies. No more
Wandsworth or Reading Gaol
where all is moldy lice bread shut it, Aunt Fancy 'for I get me stick out!
There
the dragon's heart was
castrated
and Fans are just a memory for
M. Melmouth
(posing as a somdimite) with
nothing to resist, not even temptation
or love
(that dare not speak its name)
is christened.