#weasel
My absent minded eye,
turned inwards on issues
of land and place,
did not at first see your dilemma
As the bully bird towered over
you hopped in looping rolls to flee
My eye caught up
and my fat presence unnerved the bird
who flew
and though I presented a different challenge
you bounded hedgeway
pausing in front of me momentarily
Our eyes met,
your black polished buttons
spelled your youth
and redundantly I greeted you
I stepped aside
to better let you escape
to tangle green safety
and I was alone again,
grasping at thoughts
The rest of my walk was elevated:
a wind struck tree,
dry guts splintered,
said something
A lithe muntjac
rose panic in me as it sought to pass,
it’s leaping form unusual,
but there and gone
before I knew
Green woodpecker laughed
at an unknown gag
and my brow furrowed
Toward the end
the complicated wren song,
a grammar babble way beyond,
underscored my lack of comprehension
all the way home
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
If you ever think,
that I'm talking out
of tune with you...
I'll sing it out of rhyme,
just so you know I mean
what I say,
that your a...
F###ing dip s##ting chlamydia
festering *** weasel...
Gosh that was at least £30
in the swear jar....
30 you ask? its good to keep somethings
to yourself.. #andbreath..
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be
To see as the blind
Not a nations decree
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
The Standard Model is full of sticky, quirky Quarks,
perky little Fermions, and the Boson Higgs,
the reigning King of Mass of towering might;
who, by spontaneously falling off in any old direction,
gives ad hoc Masses to nearly all, and to all a birthright.
And for all normal matter in creation,
the Boson Higgs is the physicist's salvation.
Alas, we could have learned more,
but a Weasel ate through the Collider core.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
I thought I'd post a poem today
though i know not what about
but then i heard the little bird say
tweet tweet gibberish harmony pout
I look around at all the bad poetry
and sigh with such relief
I'm glad that my words of maple tree
are eloquent beyond belief
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC