Simple Simon
Crazy Joe
The Merry Trickster
Aunty Flo
tow the line
until it hurts
throw a spanner
in the works
cut the flower
for the show
leave the bloom
and watch it grow
crank the handle’s
overdrive
disconnect
the whole bee hive
paint snot drying
fast enough
where’s the fire
what’s the rush

I didn't know that I missed shadows
throughout these endless winter days
when skies were unrelenting gray
and sunshine was nowhere to be found.

All the world was bleak and stark
lacking detail, even depth
where horizons faded into haze
and days all passed without remark.

Old eyes strained from lack of light
and had no need of a hat's brim.
No stars or moon lit up the night
all dark as inside a black cow.

tremulo
an escapade siippery
with the dew of starry eyes
Sparks sprinkle down
from the pyres
thoughts of ash
soft as silk
syllables silent
cast
the magic of the heat

Wavering the copper green
an aurora breath
lingering
This dark wood watch
the golden glow
in animation fronds
upon the trunks
of old souls
borne fruitful
stolid rising
from the stones
and dirth of
leaves and
laying fast beneath
the breadth of
white

Spiritually soulful

that alone makes your boat steer
the life of a river
you call soul

But I fear
as the river goes
towards the estuary
it lingers within me

when will the waters flow?
ere
I also go
but yet life is too slow
the turns and twists of the river
tell me so

Friend stay some more
who will then know?
from where to where
your river did flow
so still I say
go slow