"Good morning"
"Hello"
My slight country twang goes unheard
In most upcountry folk
Plugged in and un provoked
They don't look up
Buds in and blocked out
God forbid they hear themselves!
God forbid they hear the birds!
Deaf to those pleasntrys
"Good morning if you please!'
I miss them that go drekly
they almost always do
A smile and a swift "mornin"
Especially for you

I saw him in the muted mist
The swamp woods were full of it
The world outside was fuzzy
Frozen on the ground
From the train window I saw him
I watched his stately prosesion
Sharp white of surrender
Amongst the ***** reeds
That alienesque walk
A great egret
Was something I had never seen

This roaring little demon
That I ignite and prokove
Suffocate and choke
I show it open palmed surrender
Wet boots above me gently sway
Time for another log
The Squirrel roars its approval
As it bites into the blackthorn
The brightest of burners
I shut off the flow
Smother all but that
Most gentle flame
Now a warm happy glow
In the heart of my home

I saw a crocus in the white and yellow
Of pre springs winter bloom
The purple stopped my footfall dead
In the wet graveyard gloom
I looked in on the brilliant thing
Burnt orange streaks tucked within
And there was a sigh of relief
Now springtime can begin

My heart won't shut up
If it were a sound
It would be a chello
That is played so softly
Before being repeatedly smashed to bits

Push it down
Force it in
A gap between the legs
It's not a good thing
Ribs and chest look underdressed
And this bra is missing a bit of breast
Appetite has took a little hit
We will need to attend to it
So make a sandwich
Eat it all up
We must remember
Eat your grub!

Your small talk
Was an atom bomb
Talk of the weather;
I could hear a roaring then
Saw a mushroom on the horizon
And a whispering came with along it
A terrifying thought, as I walked on
Hope it's the just withdrawal noia
The whisperer did not gloat
Just a 'thank you' after
And that was all