40 000 Feet Up (2)
Okay, boys,
You are in the middle of the fucking storm
40,000 feet up
Next to you
In the Queer jet
Some tall curly-haired
Special Agent in an buttoned down
Oxford shirt
And tasselled brogues
Rome is long gone
And the antidote isn’t working
You are in the middle of the fucking storm
40,000 feet up
Next to you
In the Queer jet
Some tall curly-haired
Special Agent in an buttoned down
Oxford shirt
And tasselled brogues
Rome is long gone
And the antidote isn’t working
posted by sp at 8:05 am
1 Comments:
The antidote is a decadent idea created in the mind of Sir Thomas More in the final hours of his life. As he stood on tiptoe straining for a glimpse of the river he occasionally heard in his sleep, but whose 'actual' existence he had begun to doubt. A sentiment every exile or political prisoner can recognise.
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