wall fall
we weak wanted
legs to transport
when will was washed
away in winter ways
a writer stays
stilled in shocked
silences
sluice heat
empty seat
chills and drafts
an echo chamber
mumble screens
the broadcast thunder
thin shinning jets
up through the night
to stars foresight
stall all
words
stuck
stacked
dishes starve
obtuse alone
and empty
once loves
cup is broken
and
now
empty
...

BLUE MOON TODAY
It is 31 July today
a blue moon all say
lovely twill be tonight
Ah what a lovelingly sight
a lover’s delight
comes once every three years
so don't miss a chance
all my near and my dears.

Sweat drips off my nose's end
and runs from bald head to my eyes.
I take a towel and wipe my gourd
then look up to the cloudless skies.

Then I lift another block
and lay it in its mortar bed
bend down to lift another one
decide to take a break instead.

My break chair awaits me in the shade
as well as cooler and cold drink
beneath a big water oak tree.
Damn! it's hot! I swear and think.

I park round at the tradesman’s entrance
yet there is no gilded trader here

in perception, I am the service worker
industrious, necessary, in and out the way,
ephemeral if you will

job done and gone, a small burnt on memory then,
no more
I left you to the assembled glory of one

who gave you some function in utility,
yet you won’t remember me:
this small sphere of influence, just moves on