On my way here,
Demi-lucid
Supine in
a white
wheelie
bin,
guess what?
What?
got some treasure
fallen it was
like a woman
loose, heavy,
easy display:
golden showers!
Reef
obtuse lanquid splashes
lit dense wet grass,
teasing out
emerald,
silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
like
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after
to softer, bolder presences…
Noon’s Guys gathered round,
casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling:
sotto voce potentates,
you know the sort,
plotting spring offensives
left me none the wiser
in fact
Sort of stiff,
jabs in brachia,
pains more swamped than killed.
Still a worry thought
cause for concern
thence diversion.
Two, no three, doughnuts.
Whoosh! Guess what?
It had gone.
The wealth of notions,
manifold
nano-agues
quelled by herbal
detonators;
vigilant magpie,
looking up for it
like a ska band cover;
gathering storm clouds
from the unfair,
violet west:
all of these
and more
by invasion
define my musing,
trip me up
as I oil up
readying
for slippery,
deeps matters of state.
Excuses whisper
it is said on the
weather
it is said.
I collapse in
Turquoise slop,
trying to remember
What
these excuses were…
All power to the imagination!
Perspicacity:
When push
came to shove.