no snags, no spags, no sucker punch
it is almost time for lunch
while the sun maintains its heat
we have mangoes at our feet
and loll and laze in luxury
with vivid fishes in the sea
and time's erased or bent and spent
conveniently yet never lent
but trundles brightly tickety-boo
billowing an orange blue
while strongholds float above the beach
and no-one cares for love or speech
until the dream within the eye
sneezes all the notions dry
intoxicated
Published by ephraim crud on August 16, 2012 - 15:49
Comments
Stan | August 16, 2012 - 15:55
I really like the picture you conjure up here.
Can I join you?
ephraim crud | August 17, 2012 - 11:46
please do! thank you, Stan, for your kindly comment. much
appreciated. regards, eph.