What say you Of the musical chairs moment When the music stops And the mad scramble For seating ensues One less seat Each Turn What say you of the occassional
Congratulatory testimonials and transparency! Raise a toast to the sky! Full of clouds formed as giraffe, grazing Contented by circularity So what will there be For generations to come?
I thought I caught a glimpse, a whiff of Something acrid , like a lure Before I came into the frame And now things aren't the same. I tried politely denying its' existence
I found you on the pavement Hot, dry and ousted Amongst the litter Carefully I lifted you A watery, wormy, fishy bread mix You got your eyes open, blackbird
A vessel filled A cup of water Not a drop spilled Your only daughter Dip a toe in See if its; warm enough To go in I don't know yet If the seed I'm sowing Will continue growing