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Topknot
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Blackness on Sea salt sea gales
Wrinkled the Forth’s smooth skin with scales.
Called Oxycontin by a nib-nosed clart
For placing art above the artisanal
And lived experience beyond the carnal;
Topknot often looked up through life.
Through the wet dream slipknot of his wife,
In the Lobster Pot of slowed erosion,
Anchored deeper than shallows explosions.
They had moved beyond the stepped revetments
Of negative equity and bad investments;
Where lug worms of rancour cast about
And leaps of faith were dashed by doubt;
Lord Grimwade dived for mother of pearl like
Moonlight on a gambolling fox, and brought
A fragment to his girl; as being broody had made
Her soft. With any doubts outgrown and sloughed,
They made their heronry in a concrete strut,
Beneath a jut of ocean road.
Where ropes of foam swung in and out
Their leggy fledglings skipped about
While, Lady Grimwade with one wing doffed,
Stood like a weeping ash,
Shading a gravel path for eels,
Until she scoffed.