Hungry bard.
Tub of lard.
Ate the Shard
& Gherkin.
PC Mod.
Lazy sod.
Missed him.
He was shirkin’.
Russian guy stabbed dead
When he said
That prose had
Superiority
Over poetry
Yesterday,
when time stopped
forever,
the dreamcloud
smiled knowing
that the sly
sun was out
with some chums
Let me glide
as a Frisbee
Glides
the wild, mauve
yonderness…
feeding on
the plankton
on the event
horizon:
a vacuum
sucker of warm
lux skin flakes.
Hovering
Indigo
firmament