Sunday, 18 June 2017
BIKE PAVER
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
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 AND FRIED HARD LIKE SOIL
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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