TANGENT

I am finding
it hard not
to stick
with the script

not to
lip synch all
that is
prerecorded

unless you
throw

me a ball
that is beautifully curved

have me
break with what was set
following you regardless
off

at a
tangent

(such tantalizing tangents)

PLACES TO CHILL

PLACES TO CHILL

a homeland
for poets and artists
and people who
would walk to
walk around naked
seeing infinity and all eternity
etc etc

and cops armed with feathers
and open-air
prisons which are
just
places to chill

QUAINTLY, BUT NOT QUITE

I love to
imagine you
drape my body
across your bed
hang it
in your wardrobe when
you have finished
with it

almost exhausting its quaint possibilities
though not quite

BIRDS SUDDENLY

Birds suddenly
through his ceiling

per miracle or
since abject state of disrepair
on which alternatives

the jury still out
(though about
to pass verdict on
homeless persons).

WATER BABY

I was never
a chimney sweep
water baby

swimming along in a
stream of tears

surfacing in a
William Blake poem
for critics
to mull over.

MORE FOOL ME

more fool me
all the
words in my
head were
erased when
my programming crashed

and like HAL
I regressed to
singing about a
flower 🌻

FOR SOME REASON

Consequently, I
wriggled out of my
sweet cocoon, but

looking back felt it
did look a bit bad
which was the
very

moment the
bullets beset me
whizzing past, this
way and
that

as if my being fellow human
had me targeted for some reason.