in half sleep she’d see the leaf,
’twas difficult to tell the brand,
though she had always liked
the earthen colours of the maple leaf.
His molten lava geyser like and hot
would hide the luscious hues
and, through eternal flow, bestow
multiple layers of opaque bernaise,
until the weight could overcome
and plunge the centre to its doom,
into a slippery grave of wild and wet
as in the end of ends he’d pulverise
in battle heat and sounds of near frisson
all traces of its bold and floral origin.
Harry sat but hardly shat,because his wife was bitter.She had a sour face all dayand nights she turned the tables,when Harry had big hopes to playshe sent him to the stables.One day when Harry was alonehe went out to the Dunny,hung up a sign, said Harry’s Throneand giggled, it was funny.When Mary came to see…
They did enjoy the fifteenth floor,could see La Jolla’s ocean shore.The cat, who had been raised out Westwas white and tan and black of chest.Quite fond of birds, needless to say,(but not to hear them sing or play) .She spent her days where she could seethe birds, from their high balcony.And dreamed that she could…
Grasshopper, he would roll the wordaround his tongue as if to taste a bitof her that way. They both were greenand had been victims of a chance, in school,eyes roaming through infinity of space,while singing in accented French the Marseillaise.It was a rare and pleasant honour to belong,wild-haired musician teachers ran this choir.Perfection was prerequisite…
All plants are anchored in the soiland flames make up all fires.I ask you, though, why man’s small pinis not a simple thing.At night he sometimes wanders inand leaves a pleasant sting.But, in the day he hangs betweentwo duffle bags with wrinkles.And there he sleeps. Is only seenoccasionally, for sprinkles.
so reminiscent of the Chinese Dragon,accelerating through the melancholy ofspindly paddy grass, so tall and yet so thin.Year of the dog it is and all the creatures know;a sense of loss and painful sadness now descends.From piercing sounds a startled echo turns to light,transforming night into the brightness of the day.No moonlight is allowed to…
a bit of liquid nails,and putty on the seams,to catch the silent movesand then facilitatea perfect fit as well asfriction within normal range,heat would be tolerable though,as long as cooling fluids werein good supply, he was, the buildersaid, a fitter and a joiner,he’d bone the old mahogany,the cypress with its tongueand all the grooves, so…
