poems

Does a Chiropodist chirop?

I shall grow out of the ground at your feet
like a shadow at sunrise.
I shall protect your young growing grass
from the searing of the scorching sun.

Love...

I was learning about WW1 in school and I was asked to write a story on it. I couldn't express my feelings as a story so I wrote a poem instead

Dopes on a rope...

... with skin the colour of hell...

Many people voted for Phil Bredesen but I didn't agree with their selection.
I voted against him in last years election.
Some people like him a lot.
But I have to say that I do not.

The remaining leaves on the trees
disappeared overnight

poem

Ever been on a train journey from Edinburgh to Kings Cross? Was it like this?

She says, "I love a man who can make me laugh,"

Endogenous Zone

All we can do is sit publicly, politely
tuck into a downstairs deep corner
of a wine bar, or a pub so basic it has straw on the floor
and welcoming anonymous gloom

Jason looked not quite worried
about serious family affairs –
the look of one not accustomed to
certain fatigues of the mind
and the heart.

My blood sugars then spoils with

How to fill the time?

Rather depressing I know and I don't really think the world is like this - although it can be hard to forget the good parts when you see the news some days.

There's is life after love, it just hurts to get there.

I want it to stop. This tendency to bring down everything
into the mayhem of blister packs and bottles.

Maybe I shall hang it all from ropes of twitchy synapses

Ascalon

He was a bit of a love George
domestically soft as new bread
children could tumble all over him
and I could call him a big dope and he'd take it

The dog is ecstatic, joining me
in appreciation of Van's fiery vision bright

i was thinking of the song bye bye blackbird and this came to me. enjoy