ABOUT PLUMS

bubbles burst

he told himself
sitting in the sun
smiling like a fool

in a quiet

both made & found

lost briefly

in the beauty

of the careful plums

ABOUT PIERCE BROSNAN

in an experimental jet boat
on & under 

the surface of the thames

you chase down an assassin

& you roll it

& in a halo of bubbles & white water

of course

thats 

when you straighten your tie knot

TV POPLING, BUBBLES

hes 
newly clean
clean & new

in the park the sun is out

for him

~

bubbles kids blew 
float assured
on city thermals 

& 
his face 
is open 

weathered like nature is weathered

~

this scene
calls for
viewers
silent applause
&
they
cross
their
fingers
for him

toes too
&
knock on wood

from quotesgram.com

POPTARDS / POPTARTS / JR WORD SLAGAMUFFINS ( NOTEBOOK CLEAR OUT )

1. NOT MY TURN TODAY

  like 
  me
the bath is 100% water
with
a
tower of bubble-head foam 
            empty
            and
            beautiful            
            whirling in a swirl-circle 
            the way the milky way does
and
the cat is calm 
           cool
           curious
watching with wide eyes
  and 
  the
jazz dances by itself
  out
  in
  the
  kitchen

and
today Everyone Else
can
fret stress worry
about
Our World Earth 
            
            its plastic 
                8th 
                continent
            its bombs-runners
                on the
                french 
                wire
              and 
            the 
  looming doom of weather

instead
of
me


2. POMETRY TALKING

i write a pome again

write
what
i
call
a
poem 

and it tells me
that
i
am
doing 
ok


3.  LOOK HARD FOR THE SILVER LINE

the first casualty of sickness
is
cash

others follow

but none better be your S.O.H.

cos really
nothing is funnier -

illness
is
a faulty meat pie


4. DAGENHAM RELIGION

headphones on -
a Pixies rallying call
and
the sky is HUGE again
        is more than god 
        is brushed with 
                   softest 
                   white
                   over
              baby blue

my hand rests on an opened book

out here 
        is a window
                   to behind Things
           
             invisible
             wind
             breaths
             on
             my
             naked
             feet

and i dont dance or even get up
but
soon
i
might walk slowly about the lawn
    
    with my 
    
            arms 
            out

            like a plane 

from drawception.com