ABOUT A GARDEN

from our chairs on

the cracked patio we laid

we watch the starlings
flit & flash

on the feeder
in the sun
& in the daisies
on the buttercup lawn
where the hose lays
warming its snakish coils
in plastic slumber

& both the cats 

tuck away their legs

& observe in neatest peace

 

THREE HAIKU POPLINGS

the burning men

passed out waiting on the rain

say their robert paulsons

~

tv eats the time

the garden gives you back

patio & coffee


~


trying to art is all

pennies on the railway track

misfires of the soul

DAMBUSTERS NATION MULTIPOPS 3

   our myth is vague
      a driveway uncemented

   bulldog tshirts
        &
   patio chairs 
     on the costa fc

~

       empire said 
we shall boldly go

     where no native
is welcome back from

~

under the war office rug

         are
   
   churchills later ideas
   the savilles 
     &
   bodkin adams

~


  morris dancers

well
  i could never stop laughing

  into
  my
  gin & crisps

pic from biography.com

GARDEN COUNTING

theres a gazillion birds
in the garden airspace

at least a gazillion
i counted them

and one big black cloud
whos
guilty
of
withholding
the rain i need

there two dozen contrails
made 
from
sterility conspiracy
and
unnatural vapour

and there two white feet
mine

theyre hobbit like & hoof like
changing & morphing before my gaze
and
i
look
away

( wide eyed & worried )

to
the black cat
sitting
just
right

the way they do
in
impossible perfect construction & peace

and
theres
a
moody
wasp

he looks like hes going insane

fly here fly there
and
repeat

its uncomfortable to see

hes deep in an indecision breakdown

and
i
wonder

if i should twat him
into an oozing squash

on
the
pebble
filled
patio
cement

pic by tegmin on imgur.com

PERFECT