What did I Glimpse
In the woods
That day?
Amongst the bracken
And
Bluebells that sway

Something wonderful
Is all
I can say,
Thinking about it,
As I
Pass this way

One day
A time will come
My eye's search, tentative and narrow

A visit from
Bukowski's
Red sparrow

The light
My flesh will burn,
I hope to be
a
tasty worm

The snow globe
Has been shaken,
All the pieces are in flux

Time to make a new start
That's not haunted by the past

Everyone's acting
like nothings going on,
Playing old roles
that's been over done

We've been walking down a corridor,
Now stumbling
Nostalgically at the door

Let's just open it!

I was sitting in my old rocking chair,
Taking in the mountain air

All of a sudden I was filled with panic!
Oh no,
For goodness sake!
Not another earthquake!

But then these words I do declare,
woodworms taken
A liking to my chair

I rub the place
Where I used to have
Hair!
Woodworms taken
Another rocking chair