blessed bee thy bumbles
thy stumbles & thy staggers
but there’s daggers in the eyes
of the hi-vis enforcers
~
voltaire’s horse
bolted after thunderclaps
captain birdseye’s cousin
will meet you in the cubicles
~
bring your own sandwiches
& speak unspoken languages
fear the lollipop
the lady of mortlake
~
crematorium
we’re scrawling down in lieu
yes, in memoriam
plodded like all tennyson
~
the dismal drear of yesteryear
yes, drizzle disappear
a momentary tortoise shell
a herring-red admiral
~
or hannibal, the punic wars
but animals in human form
will scowl us tossers to
& fuckers fro, then home
…