Chums are settling
in the back room
of the Feast House ~
post and beam
ember dreams
gray fog fingers
and draping fiords
holding patron's gaze
Dandan is nestled
in a fireside chat
(with a song from Jeremy
playing from
the high rafter)
*sail east
and greet the dawn
young man,
distant shores
are converging*
Old habits
die hard
for the Great Dane ~
whistling tunes
in a somber minor,
baritone sounds and
orchestra strings
rising from a
distant, muted choir
Ruby lips
and finger tips
scour the
cockeyed soiree
*the safe house
is old
and rendered,
but well
worth noting*
Filling jars
with pickled pears,
the specialist
weeds the
white maggot
and siphons his
favoured grog
"...shackle the outhouse
my mates!
the foreign scrum
is bolting!"
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
Chums are settling
in the back room
of the Feast House ~
post and beam
ember dreams
gray fog fingers
and draping fiords
holding patron's gaze
Dandan is nestled
in a fireside chat
(with a song from Jeremy
playing from
the high rafter)
*sail east
and greet the dawn
young man,
distant shores
are converging*
Old habits
die hard
for the Great Dane ~
whistling tunes
in a somber minor,
baritone sounds and
orchestra strings
rising from a
distant, muted choir
Ruby lips
and finger tips
scour the
cockeyed soiree
*the safe house
is old
and rendered,
but well
worth noting*
Filling jars
with pickled pears,
the specialist
weeds the
white maggot
and siphons his
favoured grog
"...shackle the outhouse
my mates!
the foreign scrum
is bolting!"
