Cotton Bhudda
some buddy at work
got the cold shoulder
took effervescent horse pills
raked up swept the path
~
folded iris counterpanes
frilly edged nightmares
grollicked ephemeral mares
endured post prandial trauma
soothing naked fractal oaks
living whim day to the next
in heavens above
~
two titanic pugilists
four fists in a mist
celestial chorus
sprawling trawling sprats
hogan who what where when how
tired voice of resignation
~
berryless rowan
then Lud sheds its light
three rowan berries

