After taking a series of photographs of The Weeping Ash some pigeons and the now closed Botanic Gardens Station in Glasgow’s Botanical Gardens I had a memory of the dancehall and cafe that used to be there and wrote the weeping tree series.
The Weeping Tree
wept
watching
wicked
wolves
Innocence slept
neath the weeping tree
bound by roots
tied fast in the past
Wicked wolves watched
Innocence sleep
creep creep creep
Innocence creeps
up roots to the heart
safe in the pith
of the weeping tree
Twittering tweets float
above a misty street
below the dungeon master sings
Innocence listens and weeps
Dungeon Master
prison sir man
sugar daddy singing to the beat
one lump or two sir
beat me sir
yes sir you sir, yes sir you sir
boogie on down to the underground
Underground Station
bird perch branch line
padlocked gates sing wind chime songs
enroot to the dance of the silver slipper
Escape Prism
liquid laser light
dull mirror men
creepy creeps in creepy shoes
Skunks slink
dodgy dogs dance dungeon master dances
silvery slippers on horny feet
reflecting Innocence
bound on the ground
by the fallen branch of the weeping tree
Innocence weeps
a howling wailing banshee cry
birds twitch then fly and park by the bench
Innocence sings
tree tree fetch me, bring me to your bosom
sweep me up sooth my pain
Help me
Help me
Help me help the other brother pain
tighter tighter till
the weeping tree weeps
birds watch
roots shoot
wolves wail howling wails
twilight twinkled
Innocence smiled
tree wink sleep
Billi
24/05/2007 05:30:10
