The poets’ prayer
(for Shelton Lea 1946 – 2005)
Our Godfather
Who art incorrigible
Larrikin be thy fame
Thy words be spun
Thy dreaming come
Your mirth shall always leaven
Give us this day thy yarns to spread
And forgive us our red-eyedness
As we blow joints in thy likeness
Leave us – not up shit creek
But deliver us thy insurgency
Forever and ever
Ah man, we loves ya!
Copyright Martin Downey
