Changelings
Some things
one finds
are too
personal
to put in to words,
or any other form,
they are
incommunicado
and will remain so
until the cows come home
or hell freezes over
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
June 26, 2014
Roman Holiday
…And,
on the right
The Tarpeian Rock
there,
Romans cast
their
Bankers off
June 26, 2014
Cinders
Too sad to write,
wash my quill in saline
then candle quash.
Thrift shines,
lights the copper scuttle carving
a giant shadow
on hearth
matter
June 26, 2014
Jasper Bush
Fickle
Shadows
Juggle
quick, startling sun spores
A spook of
Ions
Coalesces
to unveil
Jasper Bush
June 24, 2014
Quickies
Shadows juggling
in quick suns
adumbrate
potentates
and
pomegranates
we speak
lushly
amongst
dour
selves
June 24, 2014
Waters Took
Moodpainter…
Stitched up
like a kipper.
Slow train fuming.
Touch light blue paper.
Electric smoke smell.
Flicker.
Glimpse candle
spunk in shade.
Dragonfly and scallion:
Pork medallion.
Bang.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Is that you?
No.
Knobsides?
Not got any.
Stuck then.
Coalholed in one.
Albatross
humming like a hawser
In a fall squall
June 24, 2014
Found Myself
Suddenly alone
Uncluttered
By
Long pig slurry
Just me
And
Pink
Bluebirds
June 23, 2014
Chores
Pocahontas purged
her armadillo shack,
watered Chaz the Buffalo
only pausing for
Elevenses
so soon:
Mondays!
Same old…
Same old…
June 23, 2014
Feng Shui
One
after non-morning
The vestibule of frogs
Looked up,
Exchanged
Knowing glances,
And,
For the sheer hell of it,
Gawped
June 23, 2014
Lynchmob
Sun seeps in
Mandolin winks
Tingles
Whispers
Manifesto
Eschews
Lachrymose Dude:
Shrewd
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