Nicey-Nicey
Donut talk juss eat
Said bulging face
Illuminating
My face with spit
Sure I butted him
Split the orange
Like two thumbs do
Donut talk juss eat
Said bulging face
Illuminating
My face with spit
Sure I butted him
Split the orange
Like two thumbs do
Bullets rain,
winds prance,
Cold suns rise,
firebirds dance.
Sirens wail,
beggars chant:
Honi soi qui mal y pense.
Ice bullets warm hearths
Hailstones pop, fizz, weep
Shiny clean wet coal
Catching slowly touch or go
Fetch some sugar just in case
Leave it by the poker, pan & brush
beneath the withered leather strap
shire horses lugging last
Hear hail turn to rain
Slugging back brown ale
belt & braces moleskin holster
evidently hard case nut picks up
cards & throws them down
pulls on an unlit passing cloud
gets taken for a mug last
clever jape double cross
real time vicar in disguise
suggests a hand of rummy
stage door bursts open
sneak thief of baghdad slopes in
seeking compensation
finds sweet zilch available…
on the wall a portrait winks
card table uproar erupts
christian forbearance
instinctively took up wing
walking fearing to
look back in anguish
micropoems pinned
to treeblogs save our
planet from further
unnecessary clutter
green penknife trysts
etched on old tree blogs
eternally yours foresee
Tina’s coming very soon
so just dig it Dorothy
swallow the yellow brick road
ever remembering
neutron stars sleep all day
recharging batteries to
scintillate all night
History is a nightmare
forget to learn it
Put in your pocket
Retrieve in one hundred years
if you remember that is
Have a real good laugh & cry