Free Verse
Surprise
A gobbet of slime
churning in its womb;
a-toying bursts the blue bottle from its clutter-tip.
Siamese Hubert
A blooming rim
of the bypass is mine;
Eye-catching my claimed right arm,
Heaving a pulse by the waist.
He gallops in silhouette,
A cut-out quarrelsome percussion.
Home Made Xmas Email…
You fandango in
slow-slush y-fronts
By Spain-castling
Summer’s rose coloured sizzle.
Blurbs
The image-maker
squeezes his mouse
Crumping truth into a strain
Twin
To someone else’s fiction.
Bore
Darling you’re
empty,
Dream of being a manly garbage truck,
Filling your belly with trash
—even
your tool can be replaced by machines.
December Lovers
Rainspots &
bucketdrops:
Whiff, peep, shiver.
