Friday, 3 July 2015

The Last Poem

The llama is damaging beans 
While a chocolate frog bruises. 
Bitingly, arguably angry, a colt skis a la mode. 
It gives a jellyfish to a coal mine, no longer beguiled by sails. 
And shuns chairs of frantic estimates. 
A computer generates poems.

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

The Penultimate Poem

The waste is conserving. 
Yaks analyse coexisting fields endlessly. 
An obedient llama saws. 
Loosely, aimlessly roaming, a zipper grates. 
Raspy, raspy, raspy...
Bulging, it gives a cloud to a lion, somber,
No longer embattled with a hamburger. 
And jars of frantic hospitals. 

Sunday, 28 June 2015


The baseball is attending.  Naturally.
Bloods knit, belittling waste.  Naturally.
A deer forces.  Naturally.
Lovely, advisedly hidden, a workshop heals.  Naturally.
Blinking, it gives a silver to a coach,  no longer on show.  Naturally.
And kittens with frantic stopsigns stop.  Naturally. 

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

The Sphynx

The wood is detonating. 
The skirts squash dispiriting lump with a nervous sock. 
A speedboat releases, puzzled. 
Yet, appealingly, appreciatively watching, a sphynx injects calm.
It gives a spark to a pocket, no longer castrated with worms. 
And dews fall in frantic closets.