I LOOK AT THE STAGE.

I LOOK AT THE STAGE. -Written by Taylor John.

I. Old Man Your Snot Is Art.
Old man – your,
Snot –
Is, “Art”;
(It’s –
‘Hanging..!’)
(Old man) Your –
Tobacco-stained slop, too –
The ‘cart-wheeled’, craft:
From,
A Blue-bottomed – flute’,
Sang –
Fanny..
..Old man – your,
Slop –
Is, Art!

II. Left Out With The Vari~irous Animals.
I’m – a,
Good friend – of,
James!
Left – out: with –
The Vari~irous Animals;
(One – of,
The ferrets – was,
Lost..!)

{The ferrets’ name ~ she, names: Doby.}

III. I Am No Manual.
I will clear in the afternoon!
Get paid in ten minutes.
I will bear no old moon?
Get laid in her senate!
I Am No Manual.

IV. The Proper Liberal.
The Russian – she’d,
Sit: fronting – her,
Bare chest and mirrored face; if –
Dance – were, too:
A glamorous argument?
(The Russian) She’d,
Bare her milky pip: squeezing – her,
Breasts’ milk – to,
My bed..

V. I Will Have Her In Fashion.
My, fashion handbag will be dropped off – today!
I will, rip off it’s handles!
I’ll – bend, the glamoured note!
I’ll – shape, her stark gob!
I’ll, wait..

VI. There’s A Pretty Flower Free From The Tyranny.
It’s – not, man-molded
Of –
Plastic!

There’s – a,
Pretty flower: free – from,
The tyranny..

VII. I’d Have A Big Lounge.
First – the,
Shock; and – then,
The tears!
I’d, see – the space!
(Beyond – grief,
Or –
Despair – I’d,
Chase no cruel colour..)

VIII. Let Him See The Line And Write.
If, Madness – doesn’t,
Hold – him,
To it..?

Let, him – see,
The Line: and –
Write!
(O Sublime
Nuant..Hello –
Goodbye!)

IX. I Look At The Stage.
Have – stars,
Been: the,
Alter?
I, look – at,
The Stage: (the one – that,
Seems, now – like,
A Counter!)
I, look – at,
The Stage: (I, say) she – is,
But – like,
A Flower!
I, look – at,
The Stage: this –
Hour..

X. No Land Too Foreign.
If, Peace – her,
Brother;
No, land – too, foreign: ‘plaud –
The,
Day!
~
If, Liberty – her,
Sovereign;
No, land – too,
Foreign.

XI. I’d Just Liken Her Goodnight.
I’d – just,
Liken: her –
Goodnight;
With – a, Light: neither –
Given out;
Nor, lost:
The long – drawn out,
Discolour : new-born –
Or, embossed:
Entrusted : it’s –
Pertinence; it’s –
Sweet,
Worn –
Cough:
(Are – you,
Certain –
Of, this..?)
[I’d – just: watch – there:
The Heart.]

XII. There’s Been No Chance Of Much Success.
If – subtlety, aren’t:
Da’ –
Stupor!
There’s, been – no,
Chance: of –
Much –
Success!

XIII I’ll Handle The Blues.
It’ll – chap,
This – sap,
Of – an,
Asshole!
I’ll,
Handle –
The Blues..!

XIV. You Can Never Be Too Kind.
If – I,
S L A P
that
SILLY
FASCIST
MIND!
(Let’s, Banter!)

XV. I’ve Taken A Peal Of Your Gold.
Ring, loudly – in,
A Peel!
(Baby)I’ve – taken,
A peal – of,
Your,
Gold!

XVI. You Pick The Font.
You – pick,
The font – Ruby Tuesday!
Rant – the,
No want!
You – pick,
The font – Monday Monday..!

XVII. I’d Ask Upon Unto The Moon.
If – Tidings,
Lend’th?
I’d – ask,
Upon,
Unto – The,
Moon:
‘How – have,
The Gentry..?’

XIII. We’ll Have To See What They’ve Got To Say.
It, swallows –
It’s, gulp!

old guard

old guard

where are
the old guard now?
going through
backyards
cutting down
cliffs
girlie magazines
glossing in
torchlight
an awesome
fight near the
classrooms
long after
home-time
the old guard
whose faces were
like playing the
same hand again
and again in
last card
where are the
old guard?
what was
should always
have been.

howick
may 2014

 

Silence

Silence called

yet did not stay.

I seek its

comfort,

to close out

noise of day:

the nothingness,

the moment before

sleep’s grasp.

It is softness,

a floating;

kisses and

soft breath.,

It will

return.

Then the

mind slips

to a warmer,

floating place –

please, now –

the soft

bed of

freedom.

Silence.

Only then

Can I hear

when you talk, i listen

I shook like a flower

in your hand.

 

i was

gone

. in spirit                                  i was

not

. what

i                                               was

. but a shake of the head,

 

a nod.                                      not really

understanding.

everybody says I’m like           your

playground companion.

 

When you rise I fall,

like flies on death.

The Shoes, Sir

He is speaking but I can’t hear him.

Not in any real sense.

Elections, god you hate them.

Three years is not long enough

to cleanse the senses; to throw off

the reams of promises, the taunts.

This politician has a suit.

It’s so Saville Row. Or Merivale.

You never know nowadays.

He raised his voice several times

and cliches rattled out.

He waved his arms to scatter his truth.

I noticed he forgot something.

His shoes – always

a big mistake.

That’s what my mother said:

check the shoes; the quality, the polish.

It was clear, then.

This man, by my mother’s measure,

was nothing more than an oaf.

READINESS OF TONGUES.

READINESS OF TONGUES. -Written by Taylor John.

I.
Like, of everything that is, one moment in a time – all, worth fighting for – about! For, being. (Heart – as you would, speak – or, act “accordingly?”). Desire – of, Love’s Salvation and Intimacy – have with, Discomfort? Or, with Ease – in, Accompaniment: free – from, Shackles? Or, like caddied – whereby, ones acts of “Inner-worth”, and or “Inner-pride” – are as benefice, to reach an undoing? (Please – stand. O solemn head – Guard? And, Lend – of your own, dilemmas? (Mistake?) Oh!)
Good works of charity – like, the sense of accomplishment, of living out ambitions : the, desperate sense of punkiness – that which, the ambition – excludes, of? Hungered – mindful, of its next grievance. Like, dear Naming – mere means to communicate with others, draws much contentment – that, one individual musters, with many other things – good or bad; beautiful or ugly: all for, being – merely some thing.
As like, of a child – in, the beginnings of a disliking toward the negativeness of having to be answerable to – must, we also? Indeed, don’t be afraid to rant and rave, dear writer! When, does speech – suffice? When the concept of wisdom, in the hands of society – is yet for the people, though in having means to display wise characteristics – the people, answer. But, that he should? For, Hearts commute – and, stray by change – is that, the notion of love – still somehow, anew and touching? As though, “Love – needing, A Window; like, A Writer – needs, A Lamp? What time are we keeping! For – Love: A Wind; Writer – and, his Lantern – burning…
…In confliction, we conflict ourselves to others; like, scattered worms thrown to pigeons.
But, like Illuminant Butterflies – undone, in Flora – like, A Grin catching Tourists – yes, we must indeed, respect disciplines! And, honour what we know best!

How ‘bout, “(to) Evening; as do Poets: “Wine – and, Woman?”; “Bloody War”: “…And – Dead – in, Great Mass; like, The Victim? Lambs – in, Dead of Black-water?” I think, of – The Poets; I should, be reading with them – in, Anguish: To, those Poets,
“…Taste – of, A Tear: Forming, on The Breast of A Lover?”
(In, The Embracing Way of A Lover) The jovial-made Limb (A Shameless Actress and her Cheeks – now, Blissful Devils? Being – noticing: One Fine City-lake – with, The Swans; or, Launderette’s Dressed’ Lilted Perfumes; or, The Sunflowers of The Playful Gardens (of Being’s Essence) : Being – Gathered Language: in, Ordinary Places; like, some kind of Addiction. Where, what is taught – is what is mute, of being branded – a negativeness. Yet, we must acknowledge the disciplines of respect, and of honour. What is too, our own, to hold. Hear of it, and let it be. With your being, not persecute what is alien to you. Nor, not detest what is foreign. Merely, enjoy what the human mind reasons with. Dictate, your own being! Yes, share – amongst! Yet, discover – touch, and heart when one merely feels and listens. Yet one, who does not understand – is, certainly one who is still answerable, to. Say something, but no need to panic – the cat, is out of the bag.
‘Please, leave him – in, his Will; leave him – to, ponder…in, his… ’ – like, as a woman’s fleeing from her persperation, that is sticking to her sundress – ever more, enduring. Or, shall we call it, Shelter? We do mind, seeming – worthy? Worthy? Now, new! Now, Forgetful. Gone. How – to, act? Like, meeting her, at her Graceful Poise? Or, embracing her in a manner – of, a long-awaited Reunion? Please – write me, Tomorrow – in: A Poem…? How – to, write it? Let – it, write, you in it! Let – it, write, you in it?
[Post of Observation]: “…And – Dearness: ROSE-RED,
OPEN CURTAIN.
Postscript: “:Have – Her: A Compassion? Have – Her: A Sound? A Passenger – through, all – The War, by.”
Post postscript: “O Body,
Hers, is curved – in, our Company! To, find Vocation? The Women – whom, need your charity, too – in, Kisses? ”
Need to put down none
Post postscript: O must – I reply how, I Murdered..like, Pendulums of Duty – on, A Bright Colourful Open Umbrella? Or, is it: An Igloo? Or, A Gorgeous Feathered Wing?

II.
[Aspire – Love; in – what, Company?] …Mistake – me not: my, Gaze – in (beneath), your Portrait; of, whom – I have, Breathed – with; Breath – of, The Bliss of One’s Heart!
“ ‘…Where’s anybody?’ Henry, seeking a rapid escape – worthy. The Public’s glamour: humoring, him. As though, A Ladder to The Heavens – has, him perched on its imagery. Noble Vocation – to, this man – may seem, “otherwise…!”: “[Grace] Lucid: Flora; Sun and Mount; Fountain; Temperament: A Flourish – of, “Offering…” – to, The Blessed? Or, to Lambs – in, dead black-water?: O Fatherland! ”

III.
THEREFORE – “whence” – DRAWN drawn – much,
The better use ; much,
The worse, or much – the better fit?
(And, yet – have’th, Care) for – or, abandoned SEASONS – of, LOVE or of LUST :
INQUIRY’S least opportune moments – COVERINGS : Crying – ‘where’s…?; ‘where’s anybody…? : as, if – A TIRING ABODE – ARBOUR (A, r, b, o, U, r ?) ;
(Countered LOVE & WAR) like,
SUN-DRESSES’ STARING – evermore,
GLAMOROUS : uniformed clasping, clung – to,
Song’s statute positioned child – so, pure ;
Exhibit of SUN-DRESSES’ STARING : The Blessed Fallen Shoulder. – MORNING SUN

IV.
HOW – ought…
He – bunking – drawn;
Like – SCATTERED WORDS for POETS – with,
SERVICE : now,
Must be – fussed over : crying – ‘Where’s…?’ ;
‘Where’s anybody…?’ ; like, “[Held] SCRIBES & DICTIONARIES & CYNICAL NOTES & LETTERS (Addressed, ‘WHOMEVER’)” : a simple lament – drawn tight. (Uniformed clasping, clung – to, Song’s statute positioned child – so, pure ; exhibit of SUN-DRESSES’ STARING.)

V.
–‘Why…?
–‘[Exhibit] Mere – handed, Turning ; like,
The Moonlight – by, Self.

–‘Act out: “The Princess” ; for – The Fold!
–‘How – to, act? let – it, write, you in it!
–‘Let – it, write, you in it?
–‘I see – how, to make “Worth”, then?
–‘Have, you – the, Manhood? And,
Your plea – how, to have it?
–‘[Post of Observation] She – blushing, pink ; Woman : glaring – Flesh : flush, in Song.

VI.
Now, clinging – dispersing away, from her careless configuration – upward ; wrapping – her thin arms around his hips. He – A Gentle Mountain ; she, A Wild-flower.

VII.
Therefore – drawn (much, the better use ;
Much, the worse or much the better fit ?):
O Exertion’s drowsiness – whence ;
Or, yet – have’th, care ?

VIII.
For, or Abandoned : drops – of, love –
Or, of lust : unaware guest – of,
Inquiry’s mouth-filling play ?
If, only for a moment – Humane Coverings.

IX.
How – ought ?
The Players, bunk – therefore, drawn (much,
The better use ; much,
The worse or much the better fit ?)

X.
CLEAR LAMENT – READINESS OF TONGUES : though,
Drops, of truth… A Drab’s drab stet – Quip Vaudeville :
Countered, Love and War – like,
Sundresses’ Staring – evermore,
Enduring ?

XI.
So – taut Melée cared for ; and,
Or – abandoned – like, the freckles – of,
Love – or, of Lust ? All the same: ‘Ah !’ ;
‘Whew !’ – falling, swiftly on a crude picnic rug ;
Yet – but, all – and, indeed – ever been – and, so:
Mere, tooth pickings.

XII.
And, I shall long for you today?
Aspire – love, in what company?
Like, counted – sailing vessel’s miles,
Unto land? Or, like – Tides’ passing shadow – unto,
The day. Gathering – Language – so? Language – so.

XIII.
[Under Talking] Beauty – and,
Garden ; and – Dear White Heron ;
Splendour…

XIV.
Oh,
You – play, like Apart : yet, from –
A Sound ; A Tone ;
A Father.

XV.
Of – its’ Sea – Blue Of Summer Sky ; and,
O Blessed O Mourn : Wild-flower Meadow – amongst,
Shadow And Light : War – Thin,
Is, the sum.

work shorts

1. I’ve Never Known Anyone

she walked onto the weigh-bridge carrying four black rubbish bags
and I said it’s cheaper if I weigh you, stay there
but you have to make the sound of a car.
and she did, and the noise she made was like a bath toy,
and I thought: what would I have made? and I did
my noise, after she had paid and gone away
and it sounded like a mis-idling truck,
and the psychological correspondence will not be lost
on some. she was a good sport, to make her car sound
on the wide floating steel plate, two plastic garbage bags
in each of her hands, and I loved her
that moment, English Jane, child of engines,
monarchy, and rain; loved all of us born into naked children
in the waters of a world un-peeling before us, the unknown
design of Space, believing just enough
to keep from sinking. I’ve never known anyone, less
convinced that what they think is all
there
is.

2. Avoiding Outlines

during the morning bin run
where I drive the urban sanitation
contract for the council, I found, in one
larger bag, a dozen empty tobacco packets
with enough for ten thin smokes.
when I arrived back at the depot
I emptied the crumbs into a single pouch
for some of the guys at work
who are always scrounging and re-rolling butts
during the last days of the pay period.
I hadn’t handled any tobacco for 8 & 1/2 years,
and I didn’t want to put it in my pocket, or even hold it
in any way in which it could look like mine
so I carried it to the smoko room by the corner,
by a thumb unconcerned and a finger disassociated
because I didn’t want to give Time any ideas,
didn’t want to put into his hand the crayons
of my living hours, presumed it, like holding a bag
of dog turds, something you had to carry but didn’t
express any indication it was going to reappear
as a regular set of actions through the telltale
templates of biological geometry.

DALI MEETS SHAKESPEARE.

DALI MEETS SHAKESPEARE. -Written by Taylor John.
[Dali, meets Shakespeare – in, a tavern.
Shakespeare, asks Dali – ‘Is that, my nose –
You, are slurping?
– “Salvador” is, such a name – not, so feminine – for,
Such works – of, A Caterer?’
Dali, responds – in, thought of the surrendered gestures –
Of, loving abuse: ‘O Body,
Hers, is curved –
In, our Company: to,
Find Vocation: the Women –
Whom, need your Charity – too,
In Kisses?’]

THE YOUNG GERMAN HAS A WORK OF ART.

THE YOUNG GERMAN HAS A WORK OF ART. -Written by Taylor John.

[The Darnedest Hides The Scars] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..The, elaborate char:
The Darnedest – hiding, the
Scars : (The –
“To – mention”; the –
“To – dart?”)]

[If The Soul Had A Pretty Star] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..Would – Angels, still
Be believed – and, of
His Art;

If – The Soul, had – a,
Pretty Star: (Would – One – so,
Be
Apart?]

[O His Body Of Work Is Full Of Glisten] [January 31st, 2017.]
[Like – a kin: to –
A, broken cup – of,
Man; squiring – for,
His,
Once – full-order,
Of Love :

O Daughter,
O Listen – O his,
Body of work: is – full;
Of –
Glisten.!]

[The Cupid Dart Has A Broken Tip] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Cupid Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..?)]

[The Lingual Dart Has A Broken Tip] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Lingual Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..?)]

[The Cupid Dart Has A Broken Tip and The Lingual Dart Has A Broken Tip] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..Good – it, gives me rest – for,
Where – (I’ve, already been –
There) before :
The, Cupid Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Score..? Good! It – gives,
Me rest – for, where –
(I’ve, already been –
There) before:
The, Lingual Dart – has,
A broken tip; (a –
Better,
Whore..?)]

[O His Ditty Has Been Scorned Ever Once What For] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..His, punctuation – his,
Obligation – to, his
Suffocation;
His – seemingly,
Screwed
Whore!

(O his, ditty – has, been
Scorned – ever, once;
What – for!)]

[Like A Slow Worm Yet The Running Is All So Wicked] [February 26th, 2017.]
[..O Mouth – touching:
As, though – of,
An intrepid walking kid;

(Why – condemn, what – yet,
You – hear, the
Other – awkward,
Lid –
Oh!

O
Like
A
Slow
Worm
Yet
The
Running
Is
All
So
Wicked!)]

[Hope Is A Murmuring Treasure] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..It – speaks, of the mind’s
Work-ful – and, playful –
Leisure;
(Yet – it, grieves – and,
Batters!)

Hope – is,
A murmuring treasure.]

[Temperance Is Ready With It’s Measuring Spoon] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…As, what – you,
Perceive, of –
(Of, his anger: a –
Bloody holding – of,
A wooden spoon);
Temperance – is, ready – with,
It’s, measuring spoon:
(Her –
Santa del Loon..!]

[The Frown Usually Has The Poet’s Face] [January 31st, 2017.]
The Poet – has, nowhere to run:
From – his, own deep concern; a –
Madness!

As – Happiness, dawns –
On, him (The Frown);
(Usually –
Has, The Poet’s face; and,
His –
Samson Hair!)

Why – Reader – do, you
Guess – it, for?
For – your,
Own,
Cheer?

[The Frown – usually, has –
The Poet’s face: of –
Your,
Caress..?]

[The Trees That Are Newly Rooted Seem Like They’re Dying] [January 31st, 2017.]
[..They – seem, like
They’ll –
Barely, make it;
(They’re – barely,
Fighting!)

The, trees – that, are newly
Rooted – seem,
Like – they’re, dying: as, like –
The,
Love – from, the hands – that,
Once – so,
Went, “Ding-a-ling!
(I’m –
Acquired, to crying!)”]

[When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Lover] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…For – the, awful teasing – is,
Quite – a, bother!
When – I, grow up – I,
Want – to, be: A Lover!
With – a,
Wordsmith-like,
Treasured
Supper.]

[I Need This Out This Mad Ol’ Cry] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…If – One’s ditty – was, like
The dodgy ol’ meat-pie:
I, will – need, this out : this –
Mad, ol’ cry..!]

[I Don’t Look At Works (A Ditty For Bill Gates)] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Because – of, you: I, don’t,
Look – at, works; (I’d,
Rather – look – at, pictures!)

Because – of, you: (I – have,
All, sorts – of,
Kinder,
Bitches..!)]

[I Will Bring A Lamp Upon My Words] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Nowadays – my, sight and hearing – are,
Like a broken winged bird;
Yet – I, still hunger – to,
Learn – and, to share: (I, will –
Bring – A Lamp – (dear),
Upon – my, words..)]

[If All Of The World Were Poets] [January 31st, 2017.]
[…Would – we, believe: a,
Word – (One, would say);
If – all, of The World – were,
Poets: would – Love,
And Hate –
Leave, us –
Today..?]

[O Her Thought Like Amassed’ Of It A Wicked Whip] [February 4th, 2017.]
[…Whilst – our,
Long Engagement – chows;
Like, a sour – speck (or –
Spotted Dick!)

(This – poor, man’s hung
Neck…..obliged..Homesick?)

O her, thought – like,
Amassed’ – of, it –
A Wicked Whip: (has, me –
Vulnerable; has, me –
Dipped:
Oh, I must – try not,
To, Scoff – of,
Her – elaborate,
Pip..!)]

[Have A Good Ear] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…I, just – listened –
To, it! It – was,
Awesome!

(Two, or three – Friendships – have,
Heard – of, you) You –
Have, a good ear..]

[Bottom’s Luscious Plum] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…New – Mastery: A Beat;
(With – a, Thumb : an –
Awful, Dead-Beat, or Bum?)

New – Rivalry: (each –
Bottom’s luscious plum: a,
Wild – Seat: for – the,
Likes – of, Everest – or,
Fuji;

(Whilst – New Treat – in,
The eyes – of,
New Mastery..)]

[The Benefit Of The Dweller Is His Sitting] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…He – gets, bored – or,
Old – with, it?

The, benefit – of,
The Dweller – is,
His Sitting; with –
An old den – of,
Well-wishing;
Penance: his,
Dressing…..And,
Gold – of, Utter’s
Chilling…..nestlings?]

[Project] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…I, would – seriously,
Drink – another, wine: (and –
Think, about it..)

…(If – my, pencil – had,
A hell of a rubber: for,
Me – to, run – fitter!
Further..?)

(…Project!)]

[I Aren’t Four No More] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…(I – aren’t, four – no,
More) The, eggs – that,
I smashed – had,
The most hellish worm!
(And – turned,
Hurl) inside –
I..!]

[The Bright Fighter Has A Bright Future] [February 17th, 2017.]
[(…He, may – bring,
You – some!)

The Bright Fighter – has,
A bright future! (A,
Most – acquired,
Thumb..!)]

[The Eye Of Jealousy Is So Crude] [February 17th, 2017.]
[…She – Dance: with –
The Golden Hour; and –
With – The Acquired
Toot!!

O The Eye – of,
Jealousy – is,
So crude!

So – vile!
(The Golden Hour – bent,
And bruised…..Satire..?)]

[The Breath]
[…You – feel, better – working
(At – at, least – something);
(You, feel – better – when,
You’re – alive, and
Deserving) Of – the,
Biggest – humour;
(Of – the, biggest
Hour:
O The Chatter – the,
Power: of – the,
Serving’s Breath..?)]

[The Young German Has A Work Of Art] [February 18th, 2017.]
[…She – is, really confident;
And – really, smart!

The, young German – has,
A Work of Art:
(A – most, (dire)
Inspiring –
Heart..?)]

DAISIES TO YOUR SLEEVE.

DAISIES TO YOUR SLEEVE. – Written by Taylor John.

[‘Till I Grieve What Is Wed] [December 12th, 2014.]
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – the star, would be his own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – all, goodly young – she’d, own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – as, we try to catch the vine;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – she, must surely – be thine.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – if, heart – were, heart – content;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I, would of – sang, to it’s lament;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – If, I’d caught – her, keenly smile;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I, would of – loved it – all, the while.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – Sacred, Angel – would, you appear;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – are we, ruined – on, our sphere;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – are, all our days – undone;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – if, all – my ways – I’d, won.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – Word – I, would – break, her plight;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – ’till, I feel her touch – is, right;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – ’till, the day – walks, through the blue;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – I’ve, no bitter – nor, better news.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – how – I’d, seen – all, I’d forward – to see;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – now – you, leave me – leave me, be;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – how, I see – by, the hour’s kindly face;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – her scattered deeds – for, no trace.

If – ’till I grieve what is wed – the star, would be his own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – all, goodly young – she’d, own;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – as, we try to catch the vine;
If – ’till I grieve what is wed – she, must surely – be thine.

[O Banter] [September 10th, 2015.]
Banter – is, all so good!
To – keep,
The brain – as,
You would?

Banter – is, all so good!
To – leech, on
Someone – when,
No one else would?

Banter – is, all so good!
To – kill,
The boredom – of,
Pinocchio’s could?
Banter – is, all so good!
So – good,
A dream – of,
Lonely – should?

[Beware!] [September 10th, 2015.]
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Doesn’t know – if, he’s read.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Doesn’t know – who’s in bed.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Does, his bit – gingerly.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Has – little, family.
Beware – of, the nut-job – he,
Is all, too kind.
Beware – of, the nut-job – you say,
‘All so blind!’

[As The Time-Piece Crudely Rolls] [September 11th, 2015.]
Limbs – fashioned, on the sheets – making,
Its’ way – down, and deep.
The time-piece crudely rolls – and,
You – will, deliver – with, its’ sheaf!
The below! The ends of your hands!
The knees bow – for, to blow!

[Winter Should Tear Down Our Walls] [September 11th, 2015.]
O Watcher – of, the sea!
O Watcher – of, our dreams!

O Watcher – of, our limbs!
O Watcher – of, the grim!
Winter – should, tear down – our,
Walls!

[Farts Are The Best Self-Loathing] [September 15th, 2015.]
Correcting. Sneaking. Peaking. Wrestling.
Farts are the best medicine.
Farts are the best self-loathing..

[Index Finger] [September 15th, 2015.]
Index finger, is clicking!
Lighter – is,
Not yet oblivion!

There’s a way – that,
You breathe again.
Whether – they,
Tear – strapping, down – for,
Their – sit in?

[Respect] [September 18th, 2015.]
Respect
Governs; I
Think
It’s necessary – but,
Ousted!

Not necessary – and,
Too homestead?

[Mystique Has A Long Bow] [September 29th, 2015.]
Mystique has a long bow – Heart;
Song;
Heart-String, that is own;
Mystique has a long bow – shown;
Told;

Mystique has a long bow – aloud;
Alone.

[Love Has No Edge] [September 29th, 2015.]
Love has no edge – it,
Is like a bow – outstretched;
Love has no edge – it,
Is every man’s Lament;
Love has no edge – it,
Is all so torn – but, bent;
Love has no edge – it,
Screams what is sent.

Love has no edge – it,
Is gold, silver, lady
Bronze;
Love has no edge – it,
Is goodly, but blunt;
Love has no edge – it,
Is tiresome, and won;
Love has no edge – it,
Is bitter, and done.

[Heartache Stands Tall] [September 29th, 2015.]
Heartache stands tall – it,
Borrows nothing;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Governs one;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Comforts thy heart-beat – like,
A treat;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Plays to the beat;
Heartache stands tall – it,
Loves pretty things;
Heartache stands tall – yet it,
Grieves and weeps;
Heartache stands tall – if,
Wonder – were, her child;
Heartache stands tall – all,
The dearly while.

[Beauty – has, her – a name.] [October 6th, 2015.]
Beauty – has, her – a name;
And too – a mischievous nickname!
Her – heartstrings – are, disdained;
Her – language – O laundered, of pain.

Dear: listen – I, have hope!
Dear: wrestle – nobody’s joke!
You, are – this, man’s hearty choke!
Blessed – be, thy love’s antidote!

Rest – dear, bosom – on, his flight!
Descend – dear, lady – on, his might!

[A Heart-Smith] [October 6th, 2015.]
A heart-smith – this,
Lucky child:
She – bears, the face – and,
Bears – his, smile.

Lucky – O lucky,
A child:
He, bears – yet,
O fourteen little winds;
Now – bounded,
In, her grin.

O lucky – maestro’s sin:
A heart-smith’s lucky inn..

[A Star Has A Doctrine] [October 6th, 2015.]
A star – has, a doctrine:
Aren’t, we – better off, believing that?
A star – has, a doctrine:
Of – mistletoe’s counter act?

A star – has, a doctrine:
(Mind you – oh,
How – it, is of sin?)
A star – has, a doctrine:
For – to, better him?
A star – has, a doctrine:

O bound – by, Heaven?
A star – has, a doctrine:
For, mind – and,
Limb?

A star – has, a doctrine:
Of, a higher lesson?
A star – has, a doctrine:
For, the miser’s bosom?

[Lend’th The Prettiest Yarn] [October 7th, 2015.]
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn:
If – dreams, could – work, it in?
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn – if,
Arms – to, win?

Lend’th – the prettiest yarn:
If – the land of promise – is,
The land of glory?
Lend’th – the prettiest yarn – if,
Her words – begin, the story..

[Weariness Has A Calendar] [October 7th, 2015.]
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – the sun, bring’th touch;
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – the sun, repeat so much.

Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – winter, has it’s lonely peace;
Weariness – has, a calendar:
How – winter, unloved – a beat..

[Drama Is The Bigger Bird] [October 7th, 2015.]
Drama – is, the bigger bird:
How? Hence – whose, greater worth!
Drama – is, the bigger bird:
The bigger kiss,
The bigger word.

[Now – This, Is A Plow.] [October 7th, 2015.]
Now – this, is a plow:
The nightmares,
The holding of the light:
Undone;
Earthed;
Withered;
Dead.

[Daisies To Your Sleeve (Revised)] [October 13th, 2015.]
Daisies – to, your bed, dear:
No woes – but, of prettiest fair:
Of, red roses – in blossom,
And endurance – to, love.
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.

Dear – a plenitude – yes!
Love – of which, there –
We, shall abide – with,
Tears of joy – youthful; fine;
Gorgeous memories – prevailing..
Dear – of, love: of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.
Dear – of, love : of,
Daisies – to, your sleeve.

[Tidings Of Your Grace (Revised)] [October 14th, 2015.]
Tidings – of, your grace –
We, call:
O light – of, all –
Of, Old;
I can – hear it,
In – your, tone – O Dear –
And, in –
The traces, paths – unfold.

Out – of, Song – our,
Love – like, fever’s –
Coloured,
Wretched fend;
Sang – like,
From – golden books –
A-perched –
We – do,
Look – to, its end.

Like – oh,
Old Lover of Gin:
A fallen flower – to,
The wind:
Having – many,
A fine verse;
Like – a bird,
On – its pretty perch.

She – dance,
Like, the flowers – in,
The winds’ broken hour;
For – the fallen flowers –
In, his fair hands –

(You, can’t see – are,
Withered strands – he,
Can – no longer, carry..)

Oh – like, a broken wing –
That, does not mend;
Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
For, the better man?

Tidings – of, your grace – oh, girl –
Oh, of Heaven’s dew?
I can – hear it,
In – your tone – o dear;
And – in, the traces –
Mouths, anew..

A broken man – you,
Speak – of, his name;
As – the, cool winds – voice,
Your, loving game;
As – the cool winds – wake,
They soul – to,
Shore..

He – is, perched – like,
A bird – who, do sing –
From, his loving heart-strings;
To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.
(To – the winds, of bellow – and,
Heart – of, Gin.)

[On Returning Home] [October 20th, 2015.]
Good afternoon – shy eyes!
Found a home, in the other room:
Far-cry of things, alright – with,
A pipe, and a dream.

Good afternoon – shy eyes!
I must – undress,
My travelers’ best – of,
Things – sought, unto:

Unload, the good afternoon:
O shy eyes, on my breast –
Dear, Bloom.

[A Birthday] [October 20th, 2015.]
The palette, is of youth –
Wild, and true.
The palette, is of which –
Latter mans’ news.

The palette, is of congregation –
Fixated, to the warm dues:
The memories, of a happy pool;
Like, memories of a lucky mule.

Cheeses? And, Spotted Dick?
Handshakes. And, travelers’ trip.
The palette, is of latter man’s news –
Wild, and true.

[O Darling Words Of Fault] [October 21st, 2015.]
Til’ the gossip, dies down –
I, must face the truth;
Til’, the gossip dies down –
I, can’t look at you.

You, can’t look at me –
We, don’t know what we want;
Yet, message me – a cry,
O Darling, words of fault.

[A Noble Dream-Scape] [October 31st, 2015.]
A noble dream-scape, is comfortable: it,
Fulfills, its last request – then,
Ponders, on its regrets.

A noble dream-scape, is admirable: it,
Saves – reneges a dollar – then,
Ravels, with its blade.

A noble dream-scape, is personable: it,
Still, clutches cattle – then,
Would gladly, name one Bess.

A noble dream-scape, is the all good for satire:
Higher –
Feuds, with a good son’s breast –
A miser?

[Love Is Outstretched] [October 31st, 2015.]
It is not, completely honest – it, is not
Completely false, nor true;
Though, either way – love,
Is the truest teller;
Has lost – his, loving blues?

I’d like, to be in love again – but,
What, is the cost?
I’d like, to have you on my mind – but
Not, at this fault – not,
At hers – either.

Can we – be, honest – and,
See it – as, it is: a poisonous bow?
Can we – be, humble in ourselves – and,
Love – all, so?

Love – is, outstretched: though,
Hunts – like, a wayward bow;
Are we – all so, ruined?
Does, anybody know?

[I Have Gotten To Somehow Struck Gold] [November 12th, 2015.]
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – mind, is of the better.
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – tongue, does not the chatter.

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – love, is ever, so true;

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
If hate, is once – so, new.

I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – words, could only splatter;
I have gotten to somehow struck gold;
if – good, was worth the matter.

[It – Stands, Like A Poem.] [November 12th, 2015.]
It – stands, like a poem
(broken – in, its plea.)
It – stands, like a Colosseum:
All, skite-ily.

It – stands, like a fish – in,
All it’s mid-flight stillness.
it – stands, like a dream – for,
Each wayward breast.

It – makes sense – if,
it’s old – why,
if – gently, weeping.
It – makes sense – if,
it’s young – why,
young – to be, of keeping.

Tap into your gentle realm;
tap out, of – his,
arms of doubt.
It – stands, like a poem:
Like – however, how?

[The Lie] [November 17th, 2015.]
One’s lie, has a swollen thought:
However, so – grossly, caught;
One’s lie, has a swollen naught:
Of – someone’s, dire sport.

One’s lie, has a swollen heart:
However, so – hellishly, apart;
One’s lie, has a swollen art:
Of – something’s, crude struck dart.

One’s lie, has a swollen love:
However, so – anguished, or proud;
One’s lie, has a swollen tower:
Of – that man’s, cowered spout.

One’s lie, has a swollen song:
However, so – told, or sang;
One’s lie, has a swollen tongue:
Of – the ages, of long.

[If Money Was A Wrinkle] [December 2nd, 2015.]
If – money – was, a wrinkle:
A tingle?
A tart?

If – money – was, a wrinkle:
A most,
Peculiar art?

[The Simple Man Is A Swinger] [December 2nd, 2015.]
The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
Juggles, his and her bathroom towels!

The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
Actually, cares about his pals!

The simple man – is, a swinger: he –
party’s like a whore!

The simple man – is, a swinger: for,
Better words’ score!

[Care Loves A Guesser] [December 2nd, 2015.]
Care – loves, a guesser: how – to nod, to her –
If, she is not quite the jovial spark?

Where – aren’t, nor – better, lark?

Her hands – are, so sweet and tiny!
Her care – a song-man’s bounty!
Have’th – like, her good gesture: piety –
A broken man’s venture..

[The Drinker Has A Smile] [December 2nd, 2015.]
The drinker, has a smile: the soles of his shoes,
Are like his undie’s trial?
His, patience – a crooked mile?
His love – a dirty smile?

[Regret Is The Sour Tongue] [December 2nd, 2015.]
Regret – is, the sour tongue: itchy,
Pressingly – an, aching bud?
Regret – is, the sour tongue: sprightly,
Bitter, won?

[Oh Word] [December 5th, 2015.]
Fatty and Skinny, fell down a hill.
Skinny, rolled over, Fatty’s fill.
Fatty – laughed, an awesome love-heart.
Whilst, Skinny – saw, nothing – but,
Oh, the art!

Then – dancing, in the dark – did,
Spell:
Skinny, and his wishing-well: a quick, shag –
Among, the garden gnomes – whilst,
Fatty’s on her telephone.

Licking, smiles off his face – little,
Skinny – for, no disgrace: had – a berry,
Off the tree;
Had – a mountain – for,
To see.

Skinny – loves, his good big bird;
Fatty – loves,
To spread – the word..

[Langrouw] [December 4th, 2015.]
Langrouw (thought, I should it, down –
It sounds, like a whine.)
Langrouw – need, now a better buggered wine.

[Attitude Needs Some Coin] [December 5th, 2015.]
Attitude – needs, some coin! (no – drunken
Lout, among the corn!)

Attitude – needs, some coin: rider – in,
Her happy storm!

Attitude – needs, some coin: in,
Subject – to, her pretty groin.

(Attitude – needs, some coin: comfier – than,
The teasing loin?)

[There’s Letters Unearthed Among The Hatred] [December 5th, 2015.]
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred! (Do you,
Prefer – loving notes, or
Kindly trims?)

There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred: of,
Ever so-so’s bling!
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred: binding,
Love – in, an open wing!
There’s letters – unearthed, among the hatred:
For – to, to bring..

[Latter Man’s Short On All Offered] [December 5th, 2015.]
Latter man’s short – on, all offered:
Where – his, good and proper?

Latter man’s short – on, all offered:
Where – his, lullaby’s slobber.

[When Dew Of Morning] [December 17th, 2015.]
What ever they need to do it,
There’s something beautiful
About singing by oneself.
Why – so, glum – o singer?
When – dew, of morning –
Let’s one, walk on its’ path!

[Life Is A Carnival] [December 17th, 2015.]
Life, is a carnivore – a carnival – to,
His spore (if – she, the looker, to like;
The well rounded chase – of,
Art – adored?)

[Ode Is The Biggest Leaper] [December 24th, 2015.]
Ode, is the biggest leaper: she – outstretches, empathy –
As if, a tiring abode – must, pass again?

Hearts – stray, and interchange – by, change:
Lead, to own gesture – evoking;
Entreaty – outspoken;
Zeal – the token.

[If The Liquor Store Sold Shoes] [December 24th, 2015.]
If the liquor store sold shores – I, would – stare, glum!
If the liquor store sold shores – I, would – want me some..

[I Write This For (Revised)] [December 26th, 2015.]
I write this for – my darling,
I’ve known: however,
She – may, stumble;
However, she may – come,
To ruin.

I write this for – all beauty:
To stay – free, and humble – your,
Kisses – and, each – fallen,
Tear: to be – of, no
Sorrow; to be – of,
No despair.

I write this for – beginnings!
With – a breast – of,
Noble address – of joy:
To be – humble.

[How’s The Compliment?] [December 10, 2015.]
– How’s the compliment?
– repulsive!
– how’s the hour?
– stained!
– you wanna, kiss?…
– my mouth is vile!
– a touch?
– me’ slap-face vine!
– a peek?
– me’ love is seeding!
– a poke?
– me’ laugh – a fatty’s, Jove!
– a tickle?
– piss off, Romeo!
– a note?
– “bye-bye, Joke!”

[If Abomination Had It A New Tongue] [January 17th, 2016.]
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – all, I wanna be: be – without,
The next exciting seedling.
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – to, His house – not, bring.
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – surely, fight to win?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – yet, need of something?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – be guilt, and whim?
If abomination had it a new tongue;
Would – shed, but good news – to, sing.

[It Might Make Me Dig Deeper] [January 19th, 2016.]
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However, heart – drawn – to, his pursuit;
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However – eyes – rotting, by her fruits?

It – might, make me dig deeper:
Just – to, listen?
It – might, make me dig deeper:
However, hands – to, kiss them?

It – might, make me dig deeper:
Just, to – in, the middle of the night – grin?
It – might, make me dig deeper:
If – to, bury him?

[The Harlequin Has It A Crooked Grin] [January 23rd, 2016.]
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – dames,
To – so, gladly win?
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – games,
To – so, approve – of, him?

The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – names,
To – so, fault?
The harlequin, has it – a crooked, grin: if – tame,
To – his, vault?

[Love Has A Second Wind] [January 24th, 2016.]
Love, has a second wind: forget, the grim –
The battling things!
Love, has a second wind: for, too – to,
Spin?

Love, has a second wind: gorgeous – though,
A little, aloof!
Love, has a second wind: for – too, to
Prove?

Love, has a second wind: delightful! Calm!
Love, has a second wind: for which,
Coolest charm?

Love, has a second wind: cute;
Disarmed!
Love, has a second wind: beautiful,
Yet, darned!

[On Second Hearing I Have’th Youth] [January 24th, 2016.]
On second hearing, I have’th youth: sound –
However, seemingly aloof – now, of fine entreaty?
On second hearing, I have’th youth: breathe –
However, seemingly loved – for, heartbeats’ city?

On second hearing, I have’th youth: truth –
However, seemingly shrewd – or, witty?
On second hearing, I have’th youth: a story –
However, seemingly mooring – obtusely, gritty?

[Hand’th The Once Sang Temper] [January 24th, 2016.]
Hand’th the once sang temper – take her,
As – one, anew!
Hand’th the once sang temper – break her,
As – better, bitter news!

Hand’th the once sang temper – lift her,
As – the chords – that, she may find’th peace!
Hand’th the once sang temper – ask her,
As – words – abound, and release!

[The Wind Is All So Well] [February 5th, 2016.]
The wind, is all so well – it,
Soars, to all one’s wit;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Gathers up His spit.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Carries, one’s loving whisper;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Loves, the loving gesture.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Seems to moan, the silly sitter;

The wind, is all so well – it,
Finds him, in his whimper.

The wind, is all so well – it,
Lovelier – a listener;
The wind, is all so well – it,
Knows, his words – are, with her..

[Small Tears Lilt Her Little Hope] [February 9th, 2016.]
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taught, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whom, gentlest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – whose, tempest?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what one, sows?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – which, love to grow?

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – this moment, or that?
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – good man’s spat.

Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – wild-flower.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – crude, desire.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – taught, sigh.
Small tears – lilt, her little hope: by – what, if I’d.

[Love Is The Finest Bow] [February 9th, 2016.]
Love is the finest bow: it – has, grace – and, humility.
Love is the finest bow: it – knows, it’s purpose: how – entreaty?
Love is the finest bow: it – keeps, on winning: to, plow?
Love is the finest bow: it – goodness, to which – are, thou.

Love is the finest bow: it – be, the light: the now.
Love is the finest bow: it – no wonder, is endowed..

[Touch Needs Some Tender Light] [February 9th, 2016.]
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, worthy!
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, newsworthy?
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, the for – and, go!
Touch needs some tender light: it – shall be, nobody’s woe.

Touch needs some tender light: it – has, eyes – to, see her!
Touch needs some tender light: it – is his, might – she, would not miss him.

Touch needs some tender light: it – is, like, a prism: limbs – let;
Limbs spent: within, them.
Touch needs some tender light: it – is, heaven..

[Might Is The Sweetest Dweller] [February 10th, 2016.]
Might is the sweetest dweller: she – is like, a woman’s rare sensibility – gracious!
Might is the sweetest dweller: she – is like, a man’s shared piety – not wasted!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is like, a wrestler’s entirety – tasted!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is like, a mouse, in one’s city – courageous!

Might is the sweetest dweller: she – walks forward, further – placed!
Might is the sweetest dweller: he – soldiers – without, a murmur – elate!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is bolder, than love’s neglect – for, no trace!
Might is the sweetest dweller: it – is, head to toe – Blackjack’s double ace!

[If I’d Known About Forgiveness] [February 10th, 2016.]
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, gladly – want me, some.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, needn’t be – so, glum.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, feel – the heart, has won.
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, so love – the Holy One.

If I’d known about forgiveness – would, still step – so, gingerly?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, hold love – whole heartily?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, try – not, to cheat – the story?
If I’d known about forgiveness – would, learn – to love, in glory..

[Summer Is A Time Of Reflection] [February 16th, 2016.]
Summer is a time of reflection: it, is where – a need,
For forgiveness, is in a cute brow-ed light;
Summer is a time of reflection: a muse, of lover’s sight!;
Summer is a time of reflection: it’s gorgeous stillness – alive!
Summer is a time of reflection: every time!

[The Hour Is Quieter When In Love] [February 16th, 2016.]
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, I – look – better, now?
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, I – feed – myself?
The hour, is quieter when in love: do, my ears – still, hear her sing?
(The hour, is quieter when in love: o guard – o Medusa’s sin?)

[I Am In A Lordly Knot] [February 16th, 2016.]
I am, in a Lordly knot: I know – I am!
I am, in a Lordly knot: yet – I think, about you!
I am, in a Lordly knot: everyone – has, something!
I am, in a Lordly knot: if – one’s heart – to, bring – unto?

I am, in a Lordly knot: at – the glasses’ end;
I am, in a Lordly knot: worried – I may, not make it, alone.
I am, in a Lordly knot: is – this, my house – my, home?
I am, in a Lordly knot: merely, monotone..

[The Poet May Seem Content] [February 16th, 2016.]
The poet may seem content: wild, and true;
The poet may seem content: if, for you.
The poet may seem content: his, venture – his,
Answers;
The poet may seem content: her, treasures – her,
dances..

[Snow Is A Thought If One Does Not See It] [February 16th, 2016.]
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: luxurious, a plow!
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: if – manner – is, his brow?
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: though – collected, now;
Snow is a thought – if, one does not see it: in – one’s better, tower..

[We Show Our Intelligence Like A Stolen Jewel] [February 17th, 2016.]
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: who – has,
The thievery hands – like, the dew?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: like – a butterfly,
Undone in Flora: must – our, speech – suffice?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: like – a wood – in,
A vice: awaiting, it’s changeable sight?
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: as, if – a stowaways’ might:
A fighter – yet, subdued;
We show our intelligence – like, a stolen jewel: a sordid brew..

[I Trust Your Judgment] [February 18th, 2016.]
I trust, Your judgment: if – clean hands, that had been wed;
I trust, Your judgment: if – willingness, was said;
I trust, Your judgment: if – our care, was of Your bosom;
I trust, Your judgment: if – love, was yet to glisten.

I trust, Your judgment: if – day, find’th – o a loving tact;
I trust, Your judgment: if – her acts – had, better lacked;
I trust, Your judgment: if – calm – had, it a heavenly sting;
I trust, Your judgment: if – I had, clear lines – to, sing.

I trust, Your judgment: if – sound – had, not her murmur;
I trust, Your judgment: if – goodwill – is, all the further..

[If You Let Them In – Love, Their Faults.] [February 24th, 2016.]
If you let them in – love, their faults: like, a fly – if, he –
Drinks – the dregs, of your wine!
Like – the sitter: he may, ask of your empathy – from a,
Love-struck thorn, or vine?
Like – the eccentric, one with his mighty horn: he –
Has been, invited in – had, stared at the round moon –
And, not yet – laid out, on your lawn..!

If you let them in – love, their faults: get rid – of,
Your raising – to, the hobo’s head: for,
His – friendly word – is gently, alive – and, said..!

[Mouth – That, Is Flossed – Too, Has A Gutter.] [February 24th, 2016.]
Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: it – is,
Up to you, to clean it – to, speak – so, sound!
(Nor – for, no joking rime or fun’s lewdness abound!)

Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: filth – it’s
Sordid spatter – of, the town?
All – torn, and tattered – a burden’s mound..
(Mouth – that, is flossed – too, has a gutter: a sound!)

[Modern Love Is A Trickle Of New Doubt] [February 24th, 2016.]
Modern love – is, a trickle of new doubt: will – one,
Just – up, and leave you?
Modern love – is, a trickle of new doubt: for –
The ideal, or the free – to, squash through..

[Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick] [February 25th, 2016.]
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: had her – heart,
That she – cradles him: she – broke, in; she – parted?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: if – words, afar:
Like a lick, of the guitarist’s art – has, she – mastered, him – in,
A charm of nestling?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: is, she – all, bite: good,
Spite; Medusa’s lie – a riddle’s inn?
Slick Stitch For Mambo Jumbo’s Quick: to be, alone –
A much, safer lesson?

[The Right Breast Of A Friend] [25th of February, 2016.]
The right breast, of a friend: I must leave,
The friends – that, muck my words;
The right breast, of a friend: are you – all good,
And kind – a loving word?
The right breast, of a friend: neither, thine – nor, their crocked worth!
The right breast, of a friend: in one’s kindly vine, and loving hurt..

[Sentiment Is A Figment If Truant] [February 26th, 2016.]
Sentiment is a figment if truant: lies – can, trickle in;
Sentiment is a figment if truant: time – can, all be so well spent!
Sentiment is a figment if truant: eyes – avoiding, one’s good kindly lent!
Sentiment is a figment if truant: love – hatred’s happy dent!

Sentiment is a figment if truant: resolute – if, joy – were,
Her black hole?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: if – anyone, should own?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: a wasted thought;
A heroine – so, lightly caught?
Sentiment is a figment if truant: of – our, better sport?

[Lust Is The Sordid Keeper] [February 26th, 2016.]
Lust is the sordid keeper: her muse – is, of a selfish tone!
Lust is the sordid keeper: she will, let – a happy home!
Lust is the sordid keeper: truant; atoned!
Lust is the sordid keeper: work filled; thy glow?

Lust is the sordid keeper: an atheist; a woe!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a beggar; a note!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a guardian – to, the show!
Lust is the sordid keeper: a believer; a bow!

[I Will Be Robbing Some Flowers For Margaret] [March 3rd, 2016.]
I will be robbing some flowers for Margaret. It, is her day!
I will be letting a couple of bombs off, at my place – they, are called flea-bombs..but, anyway…

[I Am Seeing Them On The Poverty Line] [March 3rd, 2016.]
I am seeing them on the poverty line: the users,
The pushers,
The too gentlest – in, her qualm?
I am seeing them on the poverty line: a headache;
A psalm..

[Spot The Hobo] [March 8th, 2016.]
Spot the hobo: he – found, five plastic bags of vcr tapes (for his Abo!)
Spot the hobo: he – has a wine bar – on, the kitchen stove (it, is Country!)
Spot the hobo: he – is tall, and stout! (in – her eyes – her,
Giant lout; a little, scrunchy?)
Spot the hobo: he – is, a laugh – a pout – of, gentry?

[What Is There, Empty?] [March 8th, 2016.]
What is there, Empty: filled – by, love – however, it is spilled?
What is there, Empty: aloud – yet, alone? Merciful?
What is there, Empty: Glad’s spill – of, moral – plentiful:
How – are, you – dear, soldier;
How – is, thy will?

What is there, Empty: the work – isn’t, gonna answer it!
What is there, Empty: our hands – like, two stars – about, lit?
What is there, Empty: o mind – will, commit..

[Where Do I Belong?] [March 8th, 2016.]
Lout, of thieves! Screwing Addicts! That cry – disbelief!
I have been, ousted – from, my common friend: my dear wife – my, leaf!
I stay – among, the drugged slaves – of, whose bum, or teat?
(I cop, the last dregs – of, their song: the, psalm – with, no end, but their sheets..)

Where, do I belong?
O where, do I belong – dear, Leaf!
Where, can – I go, strong:

O where can – I go, strong – a,
Beat..

[Glad Guise For Into The Good Night] [March 8th, 2016.]
Glad guise for into the good night: Dr. Woman – is, still the one that turns meow-n!
Glad guise for into the good night: Not, enough can – yet, it is remarkable – and,
More promising – a scam?
Glad guise for into the good night: It – has, to mean something! Maybe, it’s the one
Thing we can’t consciously perceive?
Glad guise for into the good night: a mess; a sneeze!

[The Happy Sneak] [March 10th, 2016.]
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: sex, is disgusting (when you think of it!)
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: love’s tract – a bustle; a snout?
Happy sneak – for, to – to, brow: slobbery, sex’ seconds – a-let; a-non-tongued lout!
(Coz’, oozes – in, the second throng: a flattering, pout..)

[Gold-Worth, Of Play’s Utter] [March 10th, 2016.]
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: have – a reading: dear, peaceful man!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: lone – yeah, the heart – to, span!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: joke – o merciful, gentlest fan!
Gold-worth, of play’s utter: love – thy, perfect plan..

[At The Gentlest Hour] [March 10th, 2016.]
At – the gentlest hour: love – is, a-mending – thy, wounds!
At – the gentlest hour: I will, see you soon!
At – the gentlest hour: life – will, wake thy loon!
At – the gentlest hour: Yet, for – to, bloom..

[Latter-Worth Charm, If Laugh – Were, About] [March 10th, 2016.]
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, gun, was a pea-straw!
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, the remains, after the harvest – are,
good, a spore!
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, peace – were, not the last straw;
Latter-worth charm, if laugh – were, about: if, face – were, face to draw..

[O Rain] [March 15th, 2016.]
O rain – o gorgeous spat – of, upwards’ downward chat:
Left, to our own wet roulette – heart,
If, kindly – spoken..

[You Sat Down On It Before] [March 16th, 2016.]
You sat down on it before: the thirst; the slip.
You sat down on it before: the rime; the hip.
You sat down on it before: the inch; the fat.
You sat down on it before: the song; the chat..

You sat down on it before: the call; the math.
You sat down on it before: the dress; the hat.
You sat down on it before: the ignore; the spree.
You sat down on it before: the mystery..

[I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother] [March 22nd, 2016.]
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: for me, I couldn’t pick a finest mother: she,
Works at love, so simply – so, thoughtful;
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: yes – for me, a handful!
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: one – so, blooming true!
I Couldn’t Pick A Finest Mother: So, I say – I love you..

[Latter-Sang Left His Bloody Arrow] [March 23rd, 2016.]
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – carries, her little whimpers – in, his bow!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – misplaced, her woes!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – meant, to tickle her toes!
Latter-sang, left – his, bloody arrow: he – left it, grim and low!

[Song, Sang Let’th – For To, To Show] [March 23rd, 2016.]
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – let, the world in!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – still, learned about life, within!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – sold, some – to, gain the pretty sum!
Song, sang let’th – for to, to show: it – is, thy elaborate soul; thy, One..

[You Need Tom Come Back Real Quick!] [March 23rd, 2016.]
You didn’t have to think about me, coz’ you had something to do!
(I went to town to pick up my pay slip, and get my goodies!
Gidday! Yes – looking for you! You, need to come back real quick!)

[I Love My Junkies] [March 23rd, 2016]
I love my junkies: they say, they are intravenous users, not the grubby shit!
I love my junkies: for, they are quick!
I love my junkies: whereby, a bird’s tale..
I love my junkies: all, the while..

[O Lend’th The Quickest Psalm] [March 23rd, 2016.]
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – oh, my hair is dread!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – my, love is dead!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for – age, is all so stained!
O lend’th the quickest psalm: for, thou – disdain?

UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

UNDER THE MISTLETOE. – Written by Taylor John.

I. UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

I. Aye Aye, Sir! (A Prelude.)

[Nice, email – eh..?] “Cheers Taylor, and welcome to the world of stamps!

Can I recommend you may like to consider joining the NZ Stamp Collectors’ Club? They are in Christchurch, and have a meeting once a month at 67 _________ Street, _________.

And they have an auction evening at the same address on 30th August 2017, starting at 7.30 pm. Advance viewing of the lots on offer from 6 pm till 7.15 pm.

For other art-related stamps you seek, I suggest visit ____ Stamp Shop, 3#3 ___ Ave, Christchurch. They are open from 9 am till 6 pm, and you will find _____ there very helpful. He can give you more details of the club too, as he is president there.

regards, _____.”

II. Aye Aye, Sir!

Stamps look pretty bloody trippy when you’re stoned and with one eye squinting at a hovered over magnifying glass; (the other – eye, wearing a C$inS$ve cheap-ass pirate’s one eye-patch..?)

III. I Tawt I Taw A Bottle-Cap!

[It’s – this,
Bad man’s
Lucid beer-belly SNAP..!!

(Oh – whose,
Emptied – this,
CRAP!!)]

IV. The Fortune of His Plant.

[(Oh – the,
Most argumentative – of,
The Arts?)

Whose – given,
Piece: of –
Soul; and – piece,
Of –
Heart.]

II. OVER THE MOON.

I. I Now Have No Every Desire.
[Planted – I, sit.

I have His Plant,
With – His,
Bib!

I must – now,
Watch –
The,
Road..!]

II. Nothing Is Wrong.

As – I, see it: the –
Stained Song – of,
A Hand: or –
Chest;
Thronged,

Nothing is wrong.

III. THERE’S LIKE BLOOD ON THE LINE.
I. There’s Like Blood On The Line.
[(Soon – they’ll, be:
Nowhere – to,
Run; nor –
Cover..?)

There’s, like –
Blood,
On The Line..]

II. I’ve Handed No Clock.

[For – The,
Strings:
I’ve – handed,
No –
Clock;
Nor,
Permanence?]

III. I’ve Handed No Clock.

[For – The,
Strings:
I’ve – handed,
No –
Clock;
Nor,
Permanence?]

IV. This Man Has A New Moon.

[He – rifles,
Through – his,
Draws;

This – man: has – a,
New Moon!

That – does not,
Compare!]

V. I’ve A Subtle Ailment Worse Than A Scoff.

[Lesser – than,
A Wasp’s unkindly sting;
Less – horrid,
Than,
A nob..

..I’ve – a,
Subtle ailment:
(I, can’t – bloody,
Rub off..!)]

VI. I’d Hug The Bear.

[As – I, unloosen: that –
Horrid tongue..

..I’d –
Hug,
The Bear –
Little,
One.]

VII. ‘Ve Cradled The Chimp.

‘Ve,
Cradled –
The Chimp;

I’ve,
Raddled –
The Chim?

I’ve –
Cradled:
The Chimp.

VIII. I Have No Bruise.

I’d – pass,
As:
It’s –
Inventor..?

I have – His,
Tape Measure;
His –
Spoon?