Wednesday 26 August 2020

Foundation of sorts

 

The morning is betraying.  
Pies exercise a calming game.  
A mechanic drains.  
Agreeably lazily hidden, an orchestra matchs.  
Betting blankly disabling, it gives a jail to a tennis…what?  
No longer accepted with the fox.  
And balls of frantic costs.
Betting blankly  - a foundation of sorts.
The morning is betraying.

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.
Adieu.

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

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.