Tag: Nostalgia aint what it used to be

Kosher Berries



Frit on the front lawn,
mulling mindlessly over
which berries are brownable,
and contemplating
an eight foot oak with huge mauve leaves
planted by you this day forty-eight years ago,
when god was a boyband
before we fell out over fake news
the vandals who smeared your new shoes.
Yes, a grudge-bearer of sour-grapes,
well hard done by then as now.
It is still too bold to sit out
in t-shirt and shorts
when the clouds pass over.
The blossom gives way
to rampant leaf growth.
Now tell me once & for all
Is a cherry a kosher berry?

Less for Murder


post-traumatic stress

disorder after reading


& occasional diamonds

waiting four years omnibusk

Andy Pandemonium


Go to a small green

Water buffalo hang out

Pluck a blade of grass

Make a dreadful reedy sound

Proffer a pomegranate

Repent at leisure

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