figuration nice
the chute drops
and they fall
ornamental snowmen
of disasters
hitting the silk
of temerarious response
do they reside
and bide
the ever-receding osculation of the tide
the old song
the good old
marital conundrum
spills other days
afore my forecourt
my supplicants enter and whine
enter and whine
Dis was my biddy
and Dis biddy ate my raisin plum cake
and Dis widdershins
but you get my picture
life in the big
city
it's a lean-to
against the kitsch
makeover
the headless horseman
amid the droppings
of his steed
discourse of a
plantation man
my screed-gifts
magnanimous
enlarge the plantation
by a various plenteous
device of incantation
it stands for me
I placard it
soberly staidly mightily
it figures me
like an old scarecrow
it adds up for me
me it adds up to
monumental as the dry day
when no-one spits
to see the addendum on a will
a codicil of no devising
naming my expectorations
valid on the bottom line
so that the partridge hens lay their eggs
in the sassafras tea
beside my pillow
and I read the muck in the cup's bottom