B.T. Joy,
UK (Scotland)
one flank too fast
or too slow
a Y of geese
teahouse of the
beggar poets
no money for admission
still no one
on the path
he decides to look again
at his stamp collection
the
steroids don’t work
the ring she never removed
slipping off
catholic
thespian
practising his act
of contrition
same old
obsession
the spider spinning
a new web
no death poems
to write
the violets withering
an empty
cocoon
by the high-school
they talk about prom
knowing
I’m being watched
concentrating on looking
Zen
low rice fields
forgetting their Burmese
gospel songs
back to the
buffet
the cane toad chooses
a bee from the hive
along the
fence
a magpie walks
tightrope
