speaking officially
I was from a broken home
misbegotten spawn
half loved twice reviled
fatherless but not rudderless
home wild happy child
penknives matches
nettle thrush scratches
broken maybe but I had
Airfix to mend it
pedal a metal
a ring a roses more Nurburg
than plague but the same
bite and bruises
with a war wound inherited
that hole in my belly
uncles that teased
and a diet of jelly
my first ten years
I just ran and I ranged
given again
I’d ask nothing be changed
broken?
fuck yes but I love
omelettes
© Paul Sands February 17, 2012
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