splat #27

knocked on my ass it was a scene
lifted from danny boyle's film 28 days later
when jim escapes execution and looks up to the sky
sees the contrail of a fighter jet
i was not alone the sky turned soft and red
traffic opened a vein
muy lyrical as a poem might be
c'mon motherfucker let's get going
i'd come to the limits of my tongue
so i said let's have a kiss
slipped in i wrote it anyway
as tarkos once composed
ma langue est poetique
i said it again