…
in between the drops
& the drips from the tap
in the bathroom’s sink
holes for all your pigeons
a smidgeon of ink
a wink & a nod
off before the whistle
yet we never saw
those thunderclouds coming
up from the ground
a mystery is blooming
chuntering left
to this very laptop
& other such devices
download complete
& then repeat
looping those cassettes
retracing echoes
of the future’s spanners
picking up steam’s litter
grabbing at the fog
horns on his head
tread with feathered feet
we, the incomplete
& utter gubbins
fall like an autumn
chorally crow
…
resarf poetry 