the gift that keeps on shitting


the gift that keeps on shitting ( gnittihs no speek taht tfig eht )

rain pisses down

like another love sonnet

bees are sleeping zees

beats within me bonnet

drum but with a plum

not aplomb – but a fruit

legs are standing stones

gravel in me boots

pens keep running ou

muses on sabbaticals

time slides sideways

facing the greys

phantom ballads fade

salad in a maze-daze

home is pickled onions

hope is pebble dashed

air stagnates like

stare-offs with walls

one magpie

in the corner of your eye

lockdowns forever

cry compromised clowns

& all the leper-dodgers

in the mask brigade concur

( huhray )

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