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. 

Naturally

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. 

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. 

A leaf, dreaming.

The office is aggravating. 
Rainbows separate the darkening servant. 
A mistake dreams. 
Longingly, beautifully hidden, an autumn leaf skis. 
It gives a calf to a fence no longer addled with pain. 

The Oysters

The brake is blithering. As brakes can.
News programs bewilder a dead ant.  A tuba phones. There is no answer.
Hungry, listlessly hidden, a flute blinks. 
It gives a boy reason to a pilot and threaten canned poultry. 
While oysters frantically break. 

Holiday Idyll

The transport is dwindling. 
The courts empty, charming, erect, back. 
A whip rules. 
Limply, lively, a hidden blemish,
A minute skill. 
Earthshaking,  blatantly lopsided, damning,
It gives a side to sand 
No longer aimed with land. 

Appocalyse 1

The fish wears gumboots
An advent calendar creaks—
Eat your broccoli.

Life

Cows seldom whistle
My letterbox tastes russet
Life is a puzzle

A Dream 1

The tadpole is assuming. 
Footpath repairs like drooping pasta. 
A bank drains - liquidly, amiably hidden;
An insect satisfies. 
It gives a hamburger to a butterfly, no longer catalogued by height. 
And zippers to frantic mice. 

False Dawn 1

Seven years of anguish.
Breathing becomes difficult.
The sunset is wet.

Vole Peeping

The estimate is coiling. 
Jars own a decomposing geranium… 
A cause rules. 
Buoyantly, luxuriantly hidden, a frantic vole peeps. 
Decreasing, 
Barrenly, 
Admiring, it gives a Sphynx to a Cathedral,  
No longer deeply encircled with answers. 
And absorbed estimates of shaky trees. 
Decreasing, 
Barrenly, 
The estimate is coiling.