It is a wonder how many people are
opening the front door to their house
in Madagascar right now…
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Tolstoy said that Shakespeare was dry and tedious.
And not many people know that - nor should
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Circus tent,
clown face,
bright red party hat,
jester juggles,
the lion tamed to a sheep stares,
the ring master whips to attention.
Begin…
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Words -
sent out on up the line
to face the firing squad
as I sit back and idle.
*
The Children sleep close by
with faint puffs of paper thin breath.
My eyes become heavy
doze to tranquil coma
soft as a rock in a pool of cushion.
*
The Nobility of Wetting Oneself
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Car crash love scene
*
Amateur writer wanted dead or alive!
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Tears pouring and hitting off the window:
disguised as rain fall…
*
Weak body shipwreck weekend
on the island of The Drunk
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Nonsense on stilts walking down the high street
falls over the bridge and into the river then
floats down stream splashing and nearly drowning,
all the while no one notices.
Nonsense arrives home safely though wet…
*
Mindless jabbering of a mind short of some scaffolding
- build where no one shall build!
Straw hat thought blown to the wind…
Memory loss
Memory lose
Me m y l se
me o l s
m o e
m s e
l o
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Dangling my soul off a bridge - it pleads with me:
don’t let me go! Please don’t! I love you!
The look of terror and tears gave me a feeling of superior power
the soul dangles: please! Don’t! I can’t swim! I will die! Please don’t!
I joke about with soul, but I am weak and pull soul back up,
I play this game so as not to concede my dependence on soul…
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Time now for bed
kettle warm and cosy
to snooze to gone…good night