Newish Poems (for your reading pleasure)
It's been a while since I've put anything up here, but I figured I'd keep trucking - for lack of anything better to do. Enjoy.
Daydream
*
Sundances, always
evasive, like the namesake,
until they cease to
exist and fall down
under the wagon wheel of
proposterousness, absurdity,
absolute resignation at their fateful
beckoning by the bearers of bad
news - which
has made the transition from
inconvenience to atrociousness,
like most other things,
like most other times,
like what I have come to expect.
*
Dreary Gets Weary
*
Shellshocked by the beetles, assumed
to be bees, no-one
wants to spend the day outside.
It is unsurprising, it is hot,
and sweaty, and the air-conditioned
drones sound much more relaxing
than the swarms of insects
feeding and breeding
and singing in their unheard choir - which sounds
like the rabid pulsing of
adrenaline through a ragged
heart; pumping out its last hurrah
before the night gets longer, the wind
stronger, and, once again, no-one wants
to spend the day
outside.
*
