Haibun

Chit chat, chit chat, nutting out the nitty gritty . The wheels were too oily slipping from place to place. Always too eager to please and agree with everything.The non integral person inside was just a showman with an accomplished bedside manner, the recipient of a  number of little rich old ladies' wills, somewhat unnerved and confronted by her directness , as if she might stumble on the truth, pinning him down like a butterfly to the board.She thanked him and said she enjoyed these weekly chats and he smilingly concurred, took her hand and pressed it to his heart. The tinny sound of Andre Rieu violins punctured the air. She left but the door was slow to close. She heard him joking  to the receptionist about ' motor mouth '  keeping him for so long. They had known each other for thirty years.The awful thing was , she was not surprised . It all seemed so familiar again....the long ago association with camel drivers.


hollowness rattles
you can't dampen the ringing
behind the flashing smile

Silent Witness

they talk of  someone
who spends her life in pyjamas
writing 
everyone says how depressing it is

the waste of time
spent in the warmth of sheets
how scandalous

I of course
think it would be wonderful
but as always keep it to myself

You -  poor love
initially had no idea of
what you had reproduced

your little shadow was
developing her own persona



you were absolutely aghast
about  your friend's daughter
who had a masters degree
eking out an existence
at a weekend market stall
cohabiting with a cellist

such a pernicious waste
of  an expensive education
with nothing to boast about
at the morning coffee meet ups

almost as embarrassing as having vitiligo
or being reduced to one club membership




ping!!!!
the sound of epochal luminous failure
caressed my youthful ears
like a glass plated door splintering 
from an allegorical Messiah tale  

thanks mother
the lights went on
and we went out


Dverse, Words

warmth luminous shadow pernicious persona epochal glass door plated Messiah allegory vitiligo

Alive and Kicking

monica's still around
much to the chagrin of all
those mean hypocrites


 
ayung san suu yi
burma's saviour-the army's
nemesis - save burma




 i 'm marine le pen
 just won the election so
 those blonde jokes aren't true

 
















i'm running europe
don't think i'm into sharing
not one little bit

Gone But Not Forgotten

1950 - 2011

 a unique great voice
a wonderful person too
phoebe snow - magic

 
1983 - 2011

she's been gone awhile
flowers on her doorstep for
talented amy

 
1919 - 2013

 doris lessing gone
 a nobel prize winner
for great literature

 
 1914 - 1996

marguerite duras
writer extraordinare
no longer with us

 
1926 - 2010

 dame joan sutherland
 famous for her bell like notes
 coloratura

 
1953 - 2007

brave and beautiful
leader benazir bhutto
assassinated

 
1923 - 2009

i miss her so much
alicia de la roccha
played like an angel

Questions - Slant Rhyme

Miranda Darling

 she questioned herself a lot
 her brain with its gold plated plus
 tossed in the salad of crap culture
 her thoughts trapped in the bus

it sparked and fizzed electric
its blue flame made a plea
stand fast -  don't go under
keep me bright and keep me free

Gypsy

dverse




oh dearie me i'm coming adrift
i'm all in a muddle a little bit miffed

i cant make sense of this world at all
may as well give up and enjoy the fall

wont take anything too seriously
just roam 'round reading palms for free

wear hoop earrings bangles a beaded scarf
abracadabra voovoom give myself a laugh

'let me bless your money' she said 'my dear '
'now now then no need to fear'

but
my mother said
i never should
play with the gypsies
in the wood
if i did
she would say
naughty girl
to disobey

those skipping  songs are no longer pc
children don't sing them so there tee hee
they now learn languages from the time they're born
sit in their rooms and  watch internet porn

Shadorma

time slips by
sliding in shadows
furtively
it is there
then suddenly it has gone
too late it's too late

Tilus Form

 the earth keeps spinning round
 we cling on


 tight






large asteroids could present
a problem


boom



the sun is a dying star
so are we


poof

comets are made up of
coloured gas


whoosh

the gibbous moon watches
us  - smile say


cheese

Bref Double

abxc
abxc
xxxc
ab

x = non rhyming

i'm knitting a rug
on my big pink sofa
can't afford a store one
spent all my money on books

my heart feels a tug
memories of my grandma
doing her crocheting and
teaching me how to cook

 managing the hook was beyond me
 i would drop so many stitches
 oh merde  , she shocked in turn
 would give me a withering look

then a little reassuring hug
calling me her marvellous monsta

A Visit To The Boucherie

 
 dverse


boucherie wankerie
and all the ice cream people
are raving about it

salamis hanging
from marble sculptures
on roman tiles

meat music playing softly
in the background
'buy me
buy me"

gold fig leaves on the freezer doors
housing expensive joints of meat fed  with
gold ripened corn dipped in apple cider
and sun kissed grass
hand watered with freshly imported rain drops

what is this thing called restraint?
it's a thing that charles bukowski's
ice cream people possess in
31 flavours

can i help you?
is there anything i can help you with?
can i interest you in anything?
have your tried our...?
do you have any questions?
again
again
again

are you serious?...just fuck off

charles would have said this
or worse
or something
devastatingly clever

 me
i just remain frozen as a statue
pretending i'm deaf
glaring at the sausages

Swinging With Monkeys

dverse

swinging in the treetops
my monkey friends and i
laughed and shrieked out loudly
as they taught me how to fly

until that fateful morning
when the loggers came with saws
and chopped the forest  proudly
saying progress is our cause

my monkey friends all perished
homeless hungry without food
while the humans built a resort
with a big blue swimming pool

they chilled out lying idly
on floating beds by the bar
while a big white wave was rolling
at enormous speed from afar

it raged with anger tore the land
there were no trees left to climb
and all the village priests had warned
it would happen because of  the crime

the monkey is a sacred being
in  the land of temples and breeze
any fool who destroys their homes
will suffer the fate of  the trees

A Fibonacci Cure

                            a
                          cure
                   for the blues
             a lime green cocktail
    chatting with a friend at moonlight
                butterfly kisses
                        grins
                       smiles

Fibonacci

Interior Painting Welcome To My Jungle Again Inspired By Rousseau
painting by K.Madison Moore

                                               i
                                            love
                                        my funky
                                    city apartment
                        it looks like this minus creetchas
              rousseau and matisse are my favourite designers
                        although they are really painters
                             moore does them justice
                                      in her works
                                             say
                                               i

Shakespearean Sonnet

 dverse

The darling buds of May have come at last
Old winter's frost and chill now disappear
Spring 's smile is tarnished tan  since you have passed
Your pain now gone has washed away your fear
The loss of you does not abate with time
I hear your voice still see your lovely face
Without you here the sun has lost its shine
I move through life so listless with slow pace
And when I'm called at last to pay my due
Wing'd  soulful spirit to the kingdom soar
My hand  will search for yours to be with you
A long lost love there waving from the shore
Spring Winter Summer rain it all means nowt
Just marking time, that's what my  life's  about