ayaladn

She’ll  think I am broke

‘tho I’m wearin’ the good brogues

to jig for a pogue

 

Still she’ll look stony

on the moss o’ the blarney

can ya fancy that

 

when the banshees dance

she’ll knot a pig in a poke

and I’ll have the corn’d

who knew she misqueues

‘there’s an urban world for that…’

absurd tomcat who’s

 

more fortunate he

last night than abroad daylight

what time the iceman

 

sits on a milk can

too removed a false eyelash…

note their frozen glance

under the lintel

below a transom

with his lentils

 

& so handsome

 

she’ll have fore him

an answer to

& that shall do

Oh, a lizard brain’s

as good a useless machine

when the kitchen’s clean

 

now-1 enters in

although as little lit &

oftener more on

 

as arock a chair

so-la-lollin’ to herself

never far a home

kismet as handshook

assignation understood

robe hem an obi

 

& delegated

to Brhad…’Our own ya can

on reconnaissance…

 

& that’s all…’, he said,

‘as jnani be good to seed…’

maid @ Two Flowers