It’s Raining Zen
Damn this goddamned day
Priapic pig fest pranksters
You know where you live
Bomb and the world bombs with you
Squeal and you squeal alone
Damn this goddamned day
Priapic pig fest pranksters
You know where you live
Bomb and the world bombs with you
Squeal and you squeal alone
chaos codded nix
sprang eternal traducer
confidence trickster
liars lying to themselves
Schadenfreude indolence
obese bodies
pass opinion
sunshine cucumber
homes homeless wombs
microbial scalpels
render bacteria futile
electric hybrids
beat evil diesel
fondle your dongle
consider yourself a home
fuming motorists
endanger kinder
pinch punch says first of the month
Three o’clock round up
Slug slime wakes smear shadow crooks
criss-cross flat parsley bush
Two stroke mosquitoes falter
Visible winds splutter ugly truths
Stoptember warnings ignored
Malice once a far thought
landgrabs Terra incognito
~
It was said she perished strapped
Inside a yearning building
Firebranded radicals
Did their very best
Sent cucumber sandwiches
waved pomegranate petards
Malice once a far thought
On terra firma takes root
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Clear blue skies fuse hues
Crimson fuchsia radiates
lime yellow forsythia
scintillates sun gilded shrubs
wet mercurial paths comfort
shrinking troubled puddles
summer’s best laid plans
love apples cast asunder
fast forgiven learned blunder
when he said to you
whomsoever you may be
feeling nothing much
staring into spaces
resembling going spare rooms
set aside for punishment &
broken suitcases

Blood sun sets radish
Lurid twilight underworld
Soft Saharan soot
Seville’s soft underbelly
exposes violent fruit
Plaintive chants roam earth
Echoing cruel reveries
Beet free poetry
Like likes of likes on Faceblood
Majority rules
Need a feed, a shave, a shower.
Aint got the verve, the desire.
Those who need terminal
or other flower cry posies
by and by, by the hour,
autumn flower, wet and drooped with
Rain, a face gone and still present.
~
In autumn rain, drunk on memory,
in belated golden light,
when sunshine livens shadow,
or that feeling, when your guts
give in to gentle sulphur gloam
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So all will weep and sleep
Bless yourself your soul replete
I’ve got chrysam
I got themA–
Who could ask
Anythin’ more
Everybody loves me
Baby, what’s the matter with
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