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Friday, 25 July 2025

(Father Cell Child) Rough Draft

 




Now the sun wants to rise as 

brightly, Daddy 

now the sun wants to rise 

brightly 

the bad blood butterfly 

under glass 

as if nothing terrible 

happened            



Daddy,,             Daddy 


during that night

when I least expected 

it 


Daddy 

it happened only to me, but the sun 

shines equally Daddy

& everyday 

you must not 

fold the night 

into yourself 

you must (...) 

Daddy forever 

a little light has gone    

out mine 

in the disposable pulp 

commodes moving through the world 

I greet the joyful       

light of the world.  


Daaaaaddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


look here is my real voice 

it is eeeeeeeee

now I see 

why such dark flames

now I see 

why your eyes flash, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Daddy    Daddy       Daddy 

every Angel is terrifying 

& yet

into small window bars 

the eternal humiliant 

rising up the multi-night 

music of empty rooms 

are they mine? 

& where does 

the bad blood echo

things are falling out 

of my mouth again. 


O eyes, it was as if 

in a single glance 

you could concentrate 

your full power 

Daddy  & we laugh tubes 

the banners, the Santa outfits, 

the nooses, the desperate measures?


daddy the daddy of all campaign groups 

Spidermans half suspended

‘In the Name of The Father’ by Bono: 


They said you did it 


In the name of justice 


In the name of fun 


In the name of the Father 


In the name of the Son 


Call to me 


No one is listening 


I'm waiting to hear from you, 


love Stay with me 


It's cold in the ground 


But there's peace in the sound 


Of the white and the black 


Spilling over 


I'll follow you down


I will be back

again & again 

again & again 

you won’t know 

again & again 

again & again 

how to rest  

eevery angel is terrifying

the good blood medicine 

at midnight inside 

yet I didn't realise, 

floating around me 

vah-tee,      Otac,           Père,    V    ater,            

Athair

Tad \

your beam of light      

ready to be sent home, 

again & again 

again 

& again 

again & again 

the place from which 

all beams emanate.  


You wanted to tell me 

stay near to you forever! 

But that was taken away

the innocence of little plastic gloves,

what to you are only eyes

in these days, in the nights 

to come will be only tears

of the father’s cell.