where hides conspiracy
to age as process gentleman alone.
one by one
carnival of limescale dripping theory circumspect
from lemon to the mainstream of inept;
the great outdoors
an ode to loves\' pedestrians of doubt.
two-fingers tall
now brings about true love as chandelier
branching out as tadpoles to the cloud of quarantine;
no bird of prey
will fly a heart exhumed through alcohol.
a sonnet for the rumours from a cage
a rage of malt burns rain of candlelight
hindsight too late to light one century;
but who looks here?
the dancing Rook or the chancing arm of sorrow?
for all that comes and grows our winter leaves
from teething child to the mourning weathers chimes
no brighter lime has surfaced bigger you;
the hollow nought now rounded up as Sheep
weeps only on a Wednesday in a heap of patronise;
now happy as a dog
drunk as love; toothless as a Snail;
no longer shall we fail you,
but trail you far beyond the beasts of common world;
come thread the snow of anger and release;
where came the poisoned hand of jealously
now comes my ode to sadness of the truth;