My hair is like a sunflower
reddish and brown freckled with gold
and my lips taste like a strawberry
fruity and sweet, so I’ve been told.

I am gypsy and a saint,
a wild thought that cant be tamed
baptized in Burberry and sage
I’m dripping blue on rainy days.

I search for love at midnight
under the moons magnificent reign
because my head is full of daisies
& my heart is just the same.

traffic trodden crab apples
                            and choke cherries
                 sluice the sidewalk
not one wasp observed

the wasps this year are found
not around    human food or trash cans
( sugar drunk, bat angry or absurd )

this year they thrive around cut grass
and chippings from outdoor furniture finishing

with this appetite
what are they prepping for ?

standing pin    with military tension
           a dead suit
torted stance in the mirror solvent
commandeering a flect stare
      more punish than my double could lance me

                                                     - salute

cold breeze
the ticking heat off a parked car
has summer resigned ?

flying ants are 'the business' today
differing species
clumsy as ducks in landing
unclear of their randy goals
they bat about scorching streets

Four Crows fly over
the rear gunner ***** twice as hard
            to keep his mates
Gaps in his Wings
   from history with a Predator

Clammy weather
                       preceding
                 grey summer rainfall

the dog night salivates and commands
                                     and commands
but i am abroad from that
  asleep with my family
  under the open windows
as others stew in the clubs, bars
     and packed terraces

the aggressive dote of the sun
   over the shimmering bleat of the city

muted by a power cut

in the worst oppressive nights
breeding chafer beetles
  bead the trees   outside the hospital
they copulate
in their hundreds of thousands

what a release