she died gangrenous
still in love the green greenwood
the cane-ways afield
wild remembrance the last
a cherry tree’d rocking chair
at a quarter past
a small house ago
a street you should live somewhere
an also a sunset
Poetry
she died gangrenous
still in love the green greenwood
the cane-ways afield
wild remembrance the last
a cherry tree’d rocking chair
at a quarter past
a small house ago
a street you should live somewhere
an also a sunset
Ma where’s compact boot
why do cellars root & weave
who is wattle eyes
when is Babushka
or Cha Cha whose bull dog is
over on Hermitage
a lane of lilies
to a porch’s steep above
the deepness her smile
Okay skipper ‘rope
on the way to hangar up
do not bang a door
map of Portugal
maid an historied shall we
run to play tag us
why imagine where
it went over fences when
we watch busters rough
yesterday is years’
today you do count today
3R never Sic
one side of a clock
once ahead of you who who
try to round a block
he play hit and run
how play hopscotch hidden see
why always sky blue
popcorn binturong
why would any buddy run
movie over bit
silver screen guitar
someone taller but behind
cricket quiet down
riding into town
don’t butt in one box to-goes
that’s a long way out