Time-squared, simple, giant octopus.
Maybe daisy,
one says, some days.
Feeling like a queen
that fell off her throne
in front of a bad witch.
I can’t decide, yet, who I like.
Roger the transsexual likes me
with his full sex change,
from petrol to diesel.
Perhaps, probably, let’s hope, eh?
The fire-flies of beauty lie beneath the surface.
Die.
Pressing her buttons, she comes. (more…)
Fresh; driving daisies around in a large crane
that beckons and calls to all the seagulls
that fly and flock to the beach
where I used to live.
Someone stole my hole
and hung it up to dry
until there was nothing left;
evaporated hole.
“I like my thingy, (more…)
The sharp head on wobbly shoulders says “hello”
to the frightened little pussy cat on the red silk cushion.
I empty my heart into a plastic bag
and rummage for some foreign change.
Everything is the same.
Solid fuel blocks that grow on trees
keep winter cold madness away,
southern hit wonders of delay,
solitude for days.
When heaters drop
and air-conditioning stops, (more…)
Winning all the time,
everywhere.
Lots of different prizes,
all shapes and sizes.
£5000 @ 3 o’clock;
a hand-held television set,
just because of getting it right.
So many chances to win,
strike it lucky, just by being here.
No cheating, no time to lose:
the jackpot is waiting, (more…)
Pollen approaching
The gladioli, when told,
Went weak at the roots
And her leaves fell apart
She dissolved into her perfume
Her petals all open
As she glanced at his stamen
Swaying long in the breeze
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