i wonder lonely
with a frown
long faced pony
in a dressing gown.

some are curious
as to where to buy
something so spurious
for four legged guy.

i say to them "trot on".
donkeys,this time of day,
should be braying upon
their pews made of hay.

feeling a bit shagged,
from crossing the gorge,
to avoid the old nag
i have a pint in the george

nothing but empty vessels
sounding of each other

clash of will and ideology
would bring progress

it is their hollowness that
makes the volume.

made from paper promises
used to secure debt.

written off against the bribe
taken to represent
desire of blind stocks.

not the wants of people.

the noise is with the monster
muscled by limited liability
and beau-tied by advertorial

a Victor lost his life to a monster.
we fellows, as corps. are larger
than states and, nations now are
subject under law to them, will be
consumed by

what we've bought.

trashed hormones and so I go
deeper red . no skin.

just me spaced on your lips.
parted slightly. pink tip
catching against hard mouth

too far to hear.
to near to deny.

look.

i'm feeling marigold.
zesty , Sun like
and

hoping you eat flowers

scratched my eyes raw
shifted perspective.

sky is transformed
into cathedral's ceiling

a building symphony filled
my ears. such music.

phony senses have
created reality.

but there is pavement
and, lampost and,
dog ****

lactic on the tongue
numbing at instance
of longing.

drawing lightness
of me lost to erosion
of this life.

All in Daylight.

somnambulent
in the garden

nodding at the
poppy heart

falling into dilated
eyes.

a journey rounded
by a dream....

of chasing white
monkeys' tails

little boy
makes trouble
in Peaceful sea


little girl watching
awaiting her turn

a dancefloor all blue
dancers shadowed white
process on a current
tuned by spotlight