Wednesday, February 22, 2017

A whiter shade of surreal?

Grace was tidying her study yesterday, and came across this.

I walk gingerly in the park
where a man with a metal head
eats candle wax.
He gazes up at the iodine sky,
and disappears in a puff of pink.
All that is left is a polystyrene dog
made of cast iron.
Sniffing the air (pungent with
the smell of halibut),
I walk on to better things.










(Steve Distill, aged 11)

3 comments:

  1. Now that is odd, isn't it? But then their lyrics were pretty odd too!

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  2. At first, I thought your son had written this, but maybe it's his version of Procol Harum?

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    1. Well, he certainly wrote it, but I'm sure he knew Procol Harum, too. He grew up with their LP :-D

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