gone out to seed

the hand casts grass
the rake takes time
to hack at the firmament
littler merchants tossed
selling whats greener
this side of the fence

swallaws

with clouds above them
even with the moon
so far they swoop
 

again rain

all on the lawn
the rain fills the dirt
no one more neon
than the noon grass
grown higher since last
wednesday and despite it
or to spite it perhaps
the sparrows chirp
and the robin
makes busy work
yanking worms up in
a tug of war
with the earth

april showers

alternate of mud
not on this day
from the sun
the lake risen
northern exposure
barely new leafs
jade green peek
listening to drips

hardcore jollies

coming accross the lake
riding two white seagulls
floating in your drink
a special interest group
of hydra and prokaryotes
thee I sing

monday : why

now that tuesday in drab burlap
sacks for clothes including
has broken the reins and reduced
the fraction plane where divisor
and divisible play with our gains

on the corona

the shadow the apple
tree catches along
with a cartwheel
full of sparrows
the occasional
arrow of red
lands and tracks
north to south
written in the colour
grass is known for

sunday: why

an early sun
primitive light
showing worms
slugs and snails
where to hide

on belgians

the belgians the belgians
the belgians all bad news
how bad could they be
real bad real bad bad
as a heavy wine stain
on satin linen
or a belgian on a river
a river not yet damned
they cry don't throw us in
we shant deserve the comparison
with the demons and lepers etc
but we know the truth
by now the pearly gates
have hung a sign

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since four or so
oclock eyes seeing
things blooms vagrants
leafy grotesqueries
and vacant bugs
with lots of shell
and little wings
flying into sight