Tuesday, 8 November 2016

citrus thief

citrus thief
            on a faked report of a 'citrus thief' in the district

when you sleep
he wakes again
boozed out all day
on sea and clouds
lying warm as a
bumblebee in the
sun down in a
public reserve on
the shore
when you sleep
he wakes to
cross your lawn
risking the guns
of the righteous
he's a blaggard
and a cad
he's a lemon
thief

your lemons are
doing well, sir,
your mandarins
wrapped in netting,
madam, must be a
joy to the weary
palette just beware
they say the man
with ripped
tennis shoes
who coats himself
in streetlight and
paper-thin tiptoes
across the grass even
the cat won't prick
up an ear though he's
in their very eye
he risks the guns
of the righteous
he's a blaggard
and a cad
he's a citrus
thief

fruit on the tree
he says is fruit
for man woman
and child no fence
around eden he
claims and was
eve's apple ever so
sweet as the fruit
he gathers sour? 
there's plenty
for all he swears
just let him
risk the guns
of the righteous,
call him a blaggard
and a cad he's a
lemon thief

stay thy righteous
hand, neighbour, lower
thy double barrel
touch not the phone
to call the swift boys
in bulky blue
in a barbed paradise
of private property
he's lightening a
branch honouring the
bee-fumbled pollen
you'd first let that fruit
fall there and rot
give him his due
let the citrus man
who wets his cuffs
on your lawn go
on his way with

heavy pockets

                    howick
                    2014

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