don’t let drapes
lull ya,
lass-
hailstorm’s
abreast,
indenting
chest-
hiding
home’s best,
out with that
trash..
into mud
bath.
spiritual evolution
a violet
sky-
no smoke in
sight,
save for poison
off my..
spare a light?
deep violet
sky-
on vacant
night.
“don’t see many worms
out”, says
bird
“or, perhaps worms
don’t find
many
beaks above
earth?”
well, a bird’s
gotta
eat,
more than
dirt.
husking
hair-
to
savor
inside’s
why i
weather
the drunken
wagon
ride-
clouds
over eyes.
the
perfect
playmate,
the best of
every
day,
a rainbow over
drought..
when scene’s
chewed
up
in and
out,
ideal
playmate
for virtual
game.
bracelet always
where i
rest
it,
next to wanting
wallet,
coffee
ring
like skull and
bones..
around my
phone’s
not
where i
left
it,
next to missing
wallet.
now available: 24 (free of cost)
reissuing of collection from autumn, 2021
results from ’round the clock,
retouched and
re-exposed,
24 poems in
24 hours
to divert
hands from strokes
more dour,
24
omens-
24 hours a
season
each turn
hurts,
24 excuses to
shower
in
dirt.
*available at no charge*
no refunds. 😉
+++
e-book: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/QJVrPi4KyTSwL121yU4HSw
document:
took
tomorrow,
hoping today
would
look the other
way,
this old man’s
45..
flips all day,
any day
it skips, it
skips..
spin cycle
sick-
it
skips,
page one
rips..
page two
sticks to script,
time tripping
on loose
hands,
but
a drop
in sea of
man.
rhapsody’s
tricky
to
rhyme
believably,
naturally, certain
words don’t
work,
unglued brain
at work..
pressed to find
catharsis,
tulips planted
where my
arse
is,
rhapsody’s
a trying rhyme,
just wasting
time.
*inspired by Gord Downie Lyric
Blood Moon
Mary
spinning
solo
in
meadow
at dusk’s
kiss,
catch her
flash,
seldom fogged
by shadow,
face to
stars,
next to rusted
wreck
only gets
the
past so
far.
hands in the garden 
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