told her that those I knew were humble and earthy
she did not listen
continued the criticism
for criticism is what is was
and is
and so it still goes on…
later the others ate chocolate cake
vegan
told her that those I knew were humble and earthy
she did not listen
continued the criticism
for criticism is what is was
and is
and so it still goes on…
later the others ate chocolate cake
vegan
palest blue, some say,
duck egg, with rust,
slight dusting of rose
to combat corrugated iron.
look at the morning come dark now
it is october
look at the weathered walls
hear the song come random
with words true for us with no argument
and our insides curl
with these feelings
down the centre of town
an avenue in fall
and the day came divine
we can hear the scratching
when dark comes
comes the scuttlings
flutterings outside
bats fly round our houses
will this all be for nothing
if you make no changes,
live in glass houses
and throw stones
about
james
fascinating
watching the stain spread,
red drops as blood.
salted.
or is it the air changing?
mood settles, or is it the
time of year?
if I had been a boy
would I have looked like him
worn corduroy?
if you had been a boy
would you have looked like him
and we wonder
at the likeness
there.
moments with the old story,
knowing it will be understood.
each day a moment to be
shared out here.