Monday, May 18, 2020

John Doyle writes

For John Patrick Robbins
Scott Walker
murdered seventeen infidels
in butcher's cuts of logic.
This was the nouveau chic 
of year-zero,
the kiss of death
an orchestra with their violin bows 
doused in gasoline
perched their lips to touch;
some made it,
others tumbled over the precipice -
the tympani-player for one, had to start again.
Scott Walker
gets measured-up 
for double-denim
in Saville Row
If we pack our bags and leave by 5, we might just stop him,
but the men 
who wait at customs 
are former KGB. This makes things difficult

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