stunts & on

~

stunts & on ( a quite modern twist on a very old turn )





jump into puddles

unsure of their depth

cross all your digits

then wish for the best


stride into cobwebs

where there may be ghosts

live for a weekend

on plum jam on toast


pretend your uncle

once ate his trousers

drunk one shrove tuesday

sniff every flower


several years later

handstands on flapjack

skipping in cloudbursts

many a mishap

( x )

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off & on job

~

off & on job by melvyn maybe



in my mind

well there's this poem

palpitations

throbbing glowing

intermittent

sometimes showing

random

there's no way of knowing


~


mentals beckons

is it snowing?

cobwebs 

encroach

grandma's sewing

tax inspectors

ill winds blowing

off & on job

coming

going

...