Silent Clyde

our differences on this patch?I say a Rhubarb is a matchto any plant that God createdand, no, we could not be relatedconsider widely different traitsa Stinging Nettle has no mates!Your barbed and threatening exteriormakes you an utterly inferiorpreposterously ugly weed.And may I add, you are, indeed,not worth the raindrops or the dewor sunshine from a…

no God that I would ever knowwould give you rights of exclusivity,to dewdrops, grass and sticky clay.I’m one with all the things I see,the rabbit hiding, thinking he can foola teacher’s eyes and keen perception?I step around the living things and splashinside the puddles from the recent rain,no one can see me now, I am…

All the small poets talking awaythrowing their undies into the fray.Crossing at last on the pons asinorum.Come out come out of your small shelljoin the fracas here in Hellis there something that you lack?Yes, be cheeky, show your crack.Don’t tell Scarlett Pimpernell.

but in that year, in early FallI tagged along for a brief ridein a Mercedes six-point-nine.Was hooked on it in nothing flatI whispered to her ‘you’ll be mine’,and started counting dough at that.So, after working with the pickretrieved the safe to grab the goldI looked inside, poked with a stickto scrape the dust off and…

it cannot always be the same.What I don’t like about the weatheris we the people aren’t allowedto have some input – what a shame!No consultation, consideration,just titillation, exasperation,and consternation, then desperation.As thunder follows lightning strikesI am not asked, it’s just not done,and all the while these climate spikescan get you down or may be fun.And…

Throughout our lives we never shedthat link which binds us to the dead.Each cell is born with strict instructionto live but practice self-destructionaccording to a pre-set timethat’s when it hears the Hayflick chime.But, in a crowd of any creaturesone finds both pupils and their teachers,the pupils usually conformand set their sails for the last storm.For…