Taken so long to
get here seems we forgot the
purpose of it too
easily distracted by words
crying out for attention
Poem of the Week
title: Go Get a Real Job!
spinning paper plates
who said you’re a long time dead
didn’t know the half of it
Kitchen joy beheld
Chocolate almond croissant
Warmed up under grill
Rinsed a greasy baking tray
Rescued a sausage courgette
Flavius Importunas
and witchcraft sandwich
Boethius Consolation
of Philosophy fairly
lit up the Dark Ages
the Harry Potter
of those Gothic Days
Phew!
So much to do
and
no point in any of it;
just plain old survival;
avoidance of mishaps,
relief from pain relief.
No simple sample pleasure.
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Eleven it says:
Morning constitutional
To the shed and back
Phantom bouquet
bonfire smoke whispering
Secret trysts at noon
Thrilled to bits I don
A cloak & gagger…
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Phone calls to invite me to luncheon;
of course,
I accept with puerile alacrity.
What ensues is vintage time warp!
Clear the decks for a couple of hours;
put pressing needs on hold;
suspend more disbelief.
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Hot colouring book trend offer:
one legged dormouse to play Plato;
Dizzy the Womble pours scorn…
Exasperated! Go touch your heels
Take odd drugs on a building site
Discover unknown places
Grimbeau 