Seven of the seventh, The Holy happy Sabbath. The sound of the day, Would have to be Fay, An Art teacher I adored and say. She had such Grace, Surely ahead in her race, She gave her best cheerio face. Miss Ursula was best, According to the rest, Had nothing to do with […]
Six of the seventh, It’s raining from heavenith. We’re ready to fight, Ready to stand. Ready to throw pitchforks, At the invisible hand. We’re growing in might, Hardening our heel. Discovering which way, We’re going to feel. Between roof and ceiling, Front-wards or door. The way we’re feeling Is like nothing before. […]
Fourth of the seventh, where’s my present? I’ve gone to ground, And wandered around. I’d thought that you’d reworded my sound. I’ve sung to the trees, Shook off the leaves. Now can’t you tell me please? I’m giving you presence, With undulating sentence. Auspiciously serendipitously pernicious. Those sounds Vulgate, That even gyrate. The […]
First of July, Still asking why. There’s people about, Mass murder await. Covid’s causing such a trap, A chiralic depression constraining my rack. No new pair’s, Just whining and shrinking. Corona corona on the wall, Virus killing old and poor, If someone says it’ll fix the weak, I’m going to spew – it’s […]
Last day of june, Everything’s gone to ruin. The colds set in, so’s has all in’s frozen. Debates not mystified, When the answer’s to run and hide. Watching trending stats, Hiding amongst the rats. Putting you in danger, Murdering your beloved and neighbour. Spreading germs galore, Caring little of their chore. Menstruating […]