a poem about river ripples

the river & its ripples

its dimples

its wrinkles

its jiggles

its wriggles

mass trickles of dribble

from little to middle

to mighty wet

 riddles

of slippery wiggles

of rivery ripples

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a hole in last thursday

there was a hole in last thursday

so bits of it leaked

into last friday

beyond last week

then into the future

yes the spillage did run

leaving traces in places

for decades to come

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grey matters (other version)

there are bits of whitsuns

daydreams

foamy moments

shaving cream

there are intermissions

crevices

edgy head land

precipices 

there are glimpses

of past lives

like aristotle

nell gwynn's cousin

irwin rommel

& there are draining times

plus energies

then lemon trees 

memories

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