Under noon sunlight,
reading on my mobile
some snippet on mortality
by a laconic man,
written brusquely
in lieu of a flood,
something seeking
attention turned me;
and my soft-shooing
fingers encountered
the softer fuzzing
of wasp wings,
in late October,
still sentinel here
at my garden table;
though a diabetic
brings no joy
to questing wasps
out for the main-chance,
seeking sweetness,
tentative in springtime,
burly and bullish
in zuzz of summer
or at autumn's midriff,
angry or ill.
"If fungus has spared you,
go to my pears, now,
there's lusciousness enough
for a lonely wasp."
I went to the pear tree
in crocs and shorts,
through the long lush
rain-beaded grasses;
took me a pear,
quartered it there,
laid down the bared
flesh on the table.
Well, it drizzled again.
In I toddled -
leaving the pieces,
glistening under rain-drip -
wondering (grinning)
if I were addled.
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Written in just-two-stresses a (half) line.
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Late Sun
Grateful again for the unnumbered
as for the first sun filled
late-afternoon, horizon-cradled
for evening hush - and swifter the dusk
drains to grey as Autumn plunges;
but the sycamore copse, green and golden,
rapt in sunshine...
Like a child
I gawp up, neck-cricked
to see the tall, silent lovers,
leaf and light, reconciled after long
recriminations of lashing gloom.
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Jaune Moon
Half-moon's a fine romance tonight
in 'looped and windowed' clouds;
better by a balustrade
respite from ballroom crowds.
But through a clearing car windscreen,
hearing Rachmaninov,
at tunnel's end of autumn planes
must be romance enough.
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Winter to Autumn
I travelled from Winter to Autumn,
with nobbut a peek at a spring,
from Civil-ish lands to Barbaria
run by a Verminous Thing,
whose delight is to rack up the Covid
cases and deaths, if he can,
as distraction from he and his cronies
robbing the fat of the lan'.
Feeding children will 'Nationalize them';
starvation's a private pain;
the state doesn't owe one a living
if yer not on the gravy train.
Now Thatcher, she took on the miners;
it's minors the Vermin runs through;
so he's coming to burn wads of fivers
by the locked gates of Solla Sollew.
The police are there to keep order -
so to spy on the lefties and such;
and if they must stoop to a murder,
in such a good cause that's not much.
Meanwhile we must feed poor consultants
seven K a day, for life-style;
that'll bump up the mean, you know, average,
trickle-down in the gents with a smile.
I travelled from Winter to Autumn
with nobbut a peek at a spring,
from Civil-ish lands to Barbaria,
run by a Verminous Thing,
whose delight is to rack up the Covid
cases and deaths, if he can,
as distraction from he and his cronies
robbing the fat of the lan'.
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Winter to Autumn - Australia back to England in September
The 'mean average' is so called, because the rich out-liars bump it up, stealing tax-payers money, without you getting a fcuking brass button.
The fat of the lan' - from Lennie in 'Of Mice And Men' Steinbeck.
Solla Sollew - the fabled Utopian city of no trouble by Dr Seuss. But a key slapping Slippard has made a home in the lock - so everyone is locked out. The Bullingdon Club - pieces of ordure of which Boris Johnson was one, used to burn twenty pound notes in front of the homeless.
Recently the vile scum Tories, lower than vermin, have passed a law which would allow the undercover police to participate in and commit crimes to avoid breaking cover - these crimes to include, torture, rape, murder. The state and the police are criminal. Fascism is here! And so is John Ball. Ah - he was one of the leaders of the Peasants' Revolt - an excommunicated Priest - cool for a commander of the cloth yard arrows and the bills and forks, the slash and the stab.
This media - isn't it wow! I am privileged to be old when there is such a world full of young people full of talent - if only they could be given half a chance and not hammered down against the grain as if the shitty bastard-old and mean are trying to ski uphill - which will ultimately fail.
