FROM ATOP THE HILL SOARING LIKE WIND THE BIKER KNOWS HE WILL NOT BE BINNED TIRES PURE THE CHAIN GRINDS THE WHEEL THE HANDS SQUEEZE THE BAR OF STEELE DOWN THE HILL ROUND THE CURVE UP STRAIGHT THE FINAL SPURGE
Sunday, 18 June 2017
PEA SHOOTER PEA SHOT
PEAS OF THE FIELD LONG AND GREEN FROM POD TO BUCKET WASHED VERY CLEAN INTO THE POT BOILING LIKE OIL SPREAD ON THE PLATE BENEATH THE FOIL THIS THE VEGGIE AB AND C PEAS WITHOUT PODS NO WHERE TO SEE TO THE PLANT WHERE SOME WILL GO DRIED
rats and bats
the bats love the heat like fish love the water rats live off the slaughter the suckers of the blood is dinner for Miss brother rats do not care nor bother rats and bats supper not delight neither of which care to fight
Thursday, 1 December 2016
the sun the moon the star
to gaze into space is to never lose face the millions of miles beyond is the ground never found from here to there we go around the craft the speed of sound to be there is homeward bound
choice of your master
well who might be the boss your father or the clowns ring toss who has the final say your boss or another day to say who is your master is to run a mile faster to say you belong to me the verse you long to see
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