late july


late july ( another fucking poem thing )

it's pebble-dashed upon this day

it's this 'n' that beneath this grey

it's muddled socks so on i plod

as summer seeps & weeps away

it's fading clasps that clutch at straw

it's fledgling flaps - handbags at dawn

it's jumbled gist of in a bit

as ivy climbs & fungi spore

it's overcast & bales of hay

let's stick to facts as branches sway

& almost nod their sort of bobs

the crops concur as oxen neigh

it's mish 'n' mashed again once more

the river's smashed - last night it poured

when cellos pissed & now this mist

as swallows flee & autumn dawns



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