she asked me if I had a plan
if not, to ask my inner man.
My inner man said let’s play dizzy
or simply say that we are busy
white ladies, wed to undertakers
are not like early-rising bakers
They are akin to common vultures
and can be found in many cultures.
So when at dawn a lady knocks
she wants to put you in a box.
But please be careful, they can flirt
by raising upward their white skirt.
And soon they ask the question ‘when’
just answer you prefer black men.
been resident within our minds.So when we sit on our behindssheer brilliance leaves like morning dewand paints the world a gentle blue.So, question not, accept that wedwell always in the gallery.Like paintings in the homes of Czarsor vintage wines in noble barsour genius, given right at birthmakes us the talents of this earth.Needless to say…
no man will stand here calling me a liara blackmailer, and crook, who’s rotten to the bone.I earned this money working in the ditchesand pumping poo from septic tanks each day,a life of toil and forty years to richesI’m seventy and old enough to play.Not one dull dollar has been dropped into my lapI’ve paid…
wild things surround me, starsdrift in, like teenage boys, the sky,home to the moon seems farand made from layers of gray clouds,reflecting images inside the lakeso still that I can hear my beating heart.What will you do, the echo asks,is sleep or death your alter aim?So, come! The sound of the old oak,its creaky voice…
the war fought for the geezersby the young, the beautiful,was done.There would be strife,and famine, endless queueswhere bloodshot eyes would begfor just a chunk of bread,or fatback from the front,last minute rations pried from farmsto give an extra boost to troopswhose age could be determinedon the fingers of two hands.He’d thought about it ever sincehe…
to unknown heights, so he prepared a drum,a barrel, sourced from vintners in Vermont,inside he placed a cushion and some wooloutlined the thing with Bilroth super heavy gauze.He would not really travel very farand after a good slug of Beenleigh Rumit seemed that there were voices that would tauntand others shouting what a blastin’ fool.They…
and when you asked him if he couldfly with the bird that singsor dive in under foot thick icejump into violent seashe was the toughest of us guysby ninety-nine degrees.On Sunday mornings we would goto Muller’s Railway Crossingand put on our favourite showit beat the daily flossing.Our parents were so bloomin strictthey had a thousand…
