Its neither convenient or expedientto wear chocolate pants. Am I deviant?Loving sweet brown stuff down my leg melting,in the heat sweltering, should be sheltering.But deviant is what deviant doesbeating myself with a stick because I lovethe feeling of stiff wood against my skinwhipping myself with a porcupine, I should beginacupuncture “au natural” there is nothing…
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I hate things
I really hate tinned tuna it smells of rotting deathand xenophobia, a panacea for the stupid.Bloody pedaloes, their plastic satanic swan heads.I’m just not that tolerant at all to intolerancewhich I’m sure is cognitive dissonance right there.Big words, people write that they don’t understand I hate people who stop folk having access to understandor the…
Under oak
Painting the sky in cobalt huesdipping the brush, regaling the day.Sumptuous in those beautiful blueswithout any hint of sighing dismay.Lying down, staring upward under oakGazing pass the trees verdant leavesNo clouds dotting their ephemeral smokeTo ruin the firmament’s angelic creed.Heaven in every sense of the wordLaying here, losing myself in the skiesThe stilling of all…
Advice to poets
Juggle the wordsadd in a spangle,don’t worry about the line endsin case that they over dangle.You don’t have to rhymethere no reason for it.Have a look at the rhythmit helps the words fit.A bit of alliterationgoes a long way,hurriedly happeningLines swishing and sway.The only real thingyou really must dois enjoy your writingand write just for…
Man found dead in graveyard
Man found dead in graveyardA perfect place to fall down and dieNo need to worry about the crematoriumJust roll him in, don’t be shyInto that freshly dug six foot holeweight him down with stones and earthYou don’t want him rising as a zombieOr anything else bearing an undead curseThink of the lessening of expensethat perfect…
You danced
My eyes drifted to recollectthe moments where, laced with just youdancing on the grass with twinkling dewbathed in silver moonlight bedecked. Glistening as stars interject,from the canopy shinning downelevating your beauty crownwondrous moment, a frozen timewatching you carefree and sublime.You danced barefoot no care or frown.
A summer madrigal
Looking towards the farthest clouds,that wander lazily across the skyI imagine your face looking proud.Shining over the verdant fieldswarming the earth with golden raysenchanting the world with Summer zeal.A richness fulfilling all that’s rightBountiful in this season’s life. Cornfields sway and reach heavenwardYellowed by time and enriched by sun.Dancing lightly as if they should,Regale the…
Burn your idols
Burn your idols, burn them all nowhave no time for idolatrycelebrities preen for the TVoverfed, bloated, a fatted cow. Gorged itself, a reality showparade their life for attentionanother like or another mentionInsipid folk who really needto feel relevant, ego feedNot themselves, a fake invention.
Summer scents
Each mote of dust that floats airborneeddies on the light cool balmy breezeushered from wide open windowfragrancing the house with summer scents. Eddies on the light cool balmy breeze,posies perfuming and performingpetals swishing by outside, free and alive. Ushered from wide open windowpollen clouds wafts and wanessettling a scintilla of ochre magic, sill deep. Fragrancing…
Under the begonia
Languishing under begonia in shade,awash with butterflies, purple rivulets,amassing at my sandalled toesa violet blanket bathed in rapture. Awash with butterflies, purple rivulets,the flowers borne aloft and floating down,showering the ground, a patterned play Amassing at my sandalled toes,a symphony, vibrant coloured mandalageometric wonders eclipsing summer A violet blanket bathed in rapture,honeyed by butterfly dancing…