Oh what can ail thee Lana Scan? Alone and palely loitering? Come and sit beside the Lake, And listen to me sing. “Heaven knows when I might see, A Monkey in The Banyan Tree, Coming down to look at me Offering a cup of tea. “In times gone by I used to cryContinue reading “Gathering Grapes to drink one night.”
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Sea
We sat together you and I, Late; last night. You, in your eternity, Breaking gently, suppurating sea sounds. Rocks and shells and bricks and mortar, Cascading through your daily slaughter. Granules of death to cool my toes. I sat, inebriated, Contemplated. You will last a long time, unlike my love; It ebbs and flows, thenContinue reading “Sea”
Broken Heart too.
Palpitations thrusting love in the limelight; Made it hard, to sleep last night? One demands sex; the go-to man she calls me. One demands a kiss-a temptation easily avoided selfish woman. One is carrying too much guilt – her crazy bundle of joy. “I want to go to Dubai!” she cried. She cries a lotContinue reading “Broken Heart too.”
Two short poems
On learning to ride; Women. Sylvia Pike Had a bike, Until she met Mike. Then she bought a trike. Broken Heart I will diminish and Go West, Wearing a string vest, And have a good long rest If I don’t pass the test.
Billy
I thought of you today, old friend As they shouted out to eat the phone book Do you remember coming home and finding me Beneath the bed Staring at the springs Claiming to be totally sober Long time since sober I tried to tell you on your last dot com But lost fiveContinue reading “Billy”
Anna
So I sat: Two green, one white; Memory has gone as I can’t recall any romance. Celtic Firebrand? We walked this world together hand in hand a long time ago. I feel you. “Would you like dinner in Liverpool?” Surface sex surfaces. It was not in my plans, she said. “Maybe I will consider it?”Continue reading “Anna”
Put your sausage
Put your sausage in the frying pan, And mind the wasps don’t get your plums! See the Politicians lying, As they’re talking out their bums.
Picture yourself (with a little man) in a boat on a river.
Hanny had made up her mind and taken leave of King Innocent. “Why are you leaving me girl?” asked the King. “Oh Majestic Majesty, King of Kings, Lord of the Dance, and Suzerain of Suspect Undies! I need to find myself! I need adventure beyond your nethermost sphincter! I seek a great Quest to beContinue reading “Picture yourself (with a little man) in a boat on a river.”
Who Says Words With My Mouth?
I haven’t written much recently. I was busy with the launch of Strange Things From Uranus on Amazon Kindle and Paperback. Then I began editing Trans-Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus. Then my blood pressure spike to the point called Hypertensive Crisis. Why? Teaching full time, working every evening on my books and myContinue reading “Who Says Words With My Mouth?”
Chapter 7 -At the sign of the Slug and Rider.
The afternoon wore on and the Sun sank her heavy head toward the horizon. In a twirl of mysticism the Sun sang, and she wants us all to know that she gets tired too and is glad of the night so she can rest. The quartet trudged south though still in high spirits. They wereContinue reading “Chapter 7 -At the sign of the Slug and Rider.”
Fairy Hanny 