Johnny Powell and the Seasonal Beasts


Puppets

bone idle and bruised inside

more of a twisting pain

up tight

inside-out

then the yellow drowned me out

 

the get-out clauses flooded in

i was faithed out

with arid sight

yellow cables dragged me out

 

please bless us

bless us now

for we are blind

 

a puppet stringed

i never know

that nature brings

what it's told

i get measles, pox and colds

 

limbo'd and bowed down

we prostrate

hidden lives

anglicised

inside is the surprise

 

ego like dam

faith washed in

and out

weak prayers like wine

temporarily kind