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Reborn

Dancing through the valleys of luscious green, embracing the warm summer sun as it beats down onto you lifeless body to breath life into you once more,

Haiku 24

maitre bee swoops down clips pollen from stamen head sips frothy nectar

Haiku 23

golden tulip brailles saucer transmits fertile signs bee, wasp radar blips

Haze

'Haze', written 19 May 2013

Lesbos Island

Lesbos Island…. Sappho lyric poems were so concise and good.

World obedience

World obedience… What extreme are groups of careerisms? Most ambitions come to leftish ways elitisms.

Haiku 22

pale waning moon strides molified wolf scales back pitch fortuitous slice
Cherry

Glitch (Part Four)

Norton sat in a stony silence for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but it seemed like hours.

Glitch (Part Three)

The canvas began to shimmer and buckle as if looking at it through a heat haze.

Haiku 21

white dry puffy cheeks silver iodide capsules sappy pores tears spill
Cherry

Dragged up (1983)

Snippets from my teenage years, spent in a post-industrial British town during the Thatcher years.

Haiku 20

thick dark clouds hover portentous pods are seeded silver lining glows
Cherry

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number 3

She stood at the open coffin and stared. After a few moments she asked the mortician if she could have some time alone with the deceased. “By all means,” he said.

Twin Towers: 9/11/2001

Monotonous keyboards clicking Redundant clocks ticking Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering

Don’t Cry

I tried baby even thought these legs can’t dance no more

Fun with Tax Returns 1 (IP)

Its time to complete your tax return, oh boy

Scrimp's Magical Face 3

Scrimp's knees are half devoured by a rat like koala.

I Am

A prominent member of the left bank group of artists including Picasso, Matisse and Braque,her poetry was less concerned with meaning but rhythm and feeling.

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number Two

He tried to stay focused. He had the girl in the red polka-dot dress in his sights. She was on the other side of the street, dancing alone to an unknown tune.

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