Boss Death
rhyming couplets wearing doublets quadruple pneumonia inseparable they are airborne infection tried to obliterate them simultaneously— better luck next time round Boss Death thou art deadened
rhyming couplets wearing doublets quadruple pneumonia inseparable they are airborne infection tried to obliterate them simultaneously— better luck next time round Boss Death thou art deadened
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
~
So all will weep and sleep
Bless yourself your soul replete
In a thumbflick
Is the world unfurled
Mine are clumsy unused
Maladapted digits
Insignificant swollen
Leprous pointless digits
One may conclude there’s no point
In this activity
One may so conclude
Most every dusk
I am obliged
To check
the lobster pots
fourteen crooked
steps
(there are rusted
Wobbly rails)
Most nights zilch
However
Sometimes
In the lapping
Crouched desperate
Grey as granite
In favoured splash
One is caught,
Trapped
In time by tide