aluminium fish

fine wisps of feathered tails
aluminium fish cross hatch the skies
then twin towers 11
come block knifing down
gasps through gaps
in the teeth appear
and so does a grit
that cements the rest

osama soils

the soldier of light
warrior of truth
a prophet of goats
he tells it
...it's lies
his courage vacated
" it was'nt me
I hav'nt the balls to tell you the truth
and neither the balls to fly with my fish
...I look in the mirror
to trim my beard never..
just for love , a love I share freely..."