Last night
a golden orb
in midnight indigo
lit doggo beach ball
candle splash automatic.
Start! Jump frenzy. Up!
Just a skylark in the dark
A shadow grounded
In belief and dreams drowned
Peer group laughing
definat bogus
Empires of deceit
*
Shirtless in Tazar
they galumphed
eatraordinary warmth
Melted in sad succour
Marshmallows on toaststed souls
gazed on panoplies of zonk
Breathless sanguine
gross turpitudes
Cantankerous harridan
scultpted neolithic jaw
face plentifully overstuffed
angel voiced choir
sings:
‘never judge a cover by it’s book
we all stand alone together’
On a stick
An ashplant
We all rest a while
With a smile
And some guile
‘bout the road before
Think a while
For a while
When our mind
Has gone
Faraway
Countrymile
We may smile
Bird has got to fly
Poets gotta sing
the truth
Maya angelou
Sang to me sotto voce
Like a freebird that
Could not give
a damme
Or an irish
man
Without
A wigwam
hey! american writers out there
why are you so stuck up so on yourselves?
no freedomblues
no bluesudes shoes
( here comes the graphic!)
break it down
make it right
You
On days like these…
climb up trees
worship iguana
axolotls go a long way
sometimes wear pyjama
*
Always remember…
The sound is always
preferable to the furies
a face full of kites & whites
all plot lost to angst
Sorted out my window sill
Nothings mission crept
anguish swept away substance
stupid hat cant rant
House of Teeth beneath
The North face of The Ogre!
Daily melanoma gobshites
West of Eden seething:
bleeding all the way to the tank…
*
day dawns grey pink crazy haze
dream genie quits bird for bottle
torpid rush hour to Squit City.
slow sleepy jet trails backward.
Solitary blackbird yawns
when you have read this
check top of head for gaps
Yes?
You just did a pome
No?
Better luck next time
Thine be the Glory
Fol-de-fol-de-fol- de-rol!
monkeys dressed up jesuits
long-long-long bevor
*
how sweet it is
to be
…loved
by
You
12:28
Twists of fate desert cactus
Unkind nonsenses
Pea green rhetoric
Suades us with
Violet thrills
Agitate
Blue Cannes
sheer glee
It was flared
Moustachioed
‘71
The edgy young man
Went berserk
At the Black Bank
Glimpses of fresh
Viennese light
Startled us
Chronologies
Of Chance
Thrive
On
Brief Encounters
Grimbeau 