Times A Wasting
The future ain't what it used to be',
well the days get longer but the years shorter.
the cliched light at the end of the tunnel gets nearer;
I learned a lesson early,
don't be seen.
wrap up tight into a hedgehog ball
spikes, spikes, spikes.
Ludicrous Is Love
thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.
scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,
Homage To The Romantics
life graphs of ups and downs a chains of reason to capture man
to lose his very innocence
made mental madnesswith a circle of woven ice,
to freeze the fevered brain.
they burned books in the square
words winging heaven wards,
angels tears dried in the heat
scalding in the rage from below.
all morning falls
skies fifty shades of grey
the gutters overflow, a Niagara