Take Funf
On a stick
An ashplant
We all rest a while
With a smile
And some guile
‘bout the road before
Think a while
For a while
When our mind
Has gone
Faraway
Countrymile
We may smile
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
April 19, 2015
Thesaurusitis
Bribed my memory
To serve me well for a while
Let’s see what happens
April 19, 2015
The Quandary
Is there fur will, yes or no?
a bald dog hollered.
Finger shows telling
ghoulish tales of reading
after dark descends
the staircase bearing scissors:
The Barber of Free Will
April 19, 2015
Slumbers
Take it easy my fine fellow.
Let the air breathe you.
Cliché-ville in two hours!
Originality
requires effort not force,
focus not hocus pocus.
Step outside your omphalos, Carlos.
See the world as same as us.
April 7, 2015
Wystopian Largo
Seems I showered
(man those pantiles!)
took some
sun and wine
(yellows and reds)
and
barbiturates
(mostly verbal & cryptic):
I am not
dead.
*
By fact of matter
Strangely alive
Like primroses
In debris
Or
Farts
In
Trances
April 6, 2015
Harpsichord Lick
Pea green rhetoric
Suades us with
Violet thrills
Agitate
Blue Cannes
sheer glee
It was flared
Moustachioed
‘71
The edgy young man
Went berserk
At the Black Bank
Glimpses of fresh
Viennese light
Startled us
Chronologies
Of Chance
Thrive
On
Brief Encounters
April 3, 2015
On Circumstances (being what they are…)
Mizzle
Mist & drizzle
Like
Cockerollie
&
Nylon
New York
&
London
Aha!
Live and Learn
April 1, 2015
Un Chien Andalou
beauty somewhere here
eye of beholder please nurse
pass me that scalpel
March 31, 2015
All Hail Hale (be-bop-a-lula)
Where are we going
Mister Chipmunk?
To touch a sky
We never dreampt…
Up
March 28, 2015
Shakespeare & Co.
I say I fancy
seeing a play close up
no proscenium mummery
raw like panto
shakespeare’s good
actors love doing it
playing those parts that only
some reach and that
don’t mean Lear, Othello and stuff
just good antonios and nightwatchers
she went to the crapper
never came back
was it something I said?
