Rain, sultry rain.
Opaque grapes,
leaden sky fruit,
burst on copious,
oil dark
plush olive,
swooning,
spaded,
luscious leaves.
Three chirrup
kaleidoscope toucans
tenderly engage
a dopey puffin then
hunker down within
the livid dense canopy
to share a light
repast of slender wafers
over a convivial round
of knock out whist.
Tuesdays,
no matter the weather,
is Housey-Housey,
a rainforest favourite
throughout the ages.
Beastlings from yards
Around always
Attend
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