Soul

soul of opalescent glass
who's outside stares in
sing another sarabasse
for this starry spin

soul of some forgotten taste
tiger in the grass
unfurl your wings in this cluttered place
and the puppeteer rides past

soul who's somewhere over the hill
W dot ice-cream
Barbie's made it in the queue
and Polly lies styrene

cobbler cobbler there's a shoe
knows just how he feels
he sings Hallelujah
'cos his soul's been heeled

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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