john brennan

Rookie (wexford)

The Green Marine

Colours and their mothers flow with one another today
from the heart they came from and the brain that hasn't got a name,
to crash and splash on my page, to pave my way
to the rainbow lion spying on his milkyway.

The bristles on my paint brush can pick me up and take me away,
from this motherless child that crys every single day.
Today it told me and now i know my way
to the rainbow lion spying on his milkyway.

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