the air resonates
fingers dance like dervishes
a melody forms
Month: July 2016
5-7-5 (take one-hundred : blooms)
she is a flower
with petals not yet open
though ready to bloom
Things (Like A Walk In The Park)
a summer afternoon
shining tired but warm
its thinking hazed
within a multitude
of undiscovered dreams
spinning down
surrounding me
like sycamore seeds
onto the paths
I’ve walked before
One Minute Rhyme Mark XVIII
my thoughts all run at thirty three
switch me to seventy eight
’cause I’ve so many to get through
before it’s all too late
so spin me faster, faster
in a wash and tumble dry
and hang out all my ideas
before they fade and die
5-7-5 (take ninety-nine : breaking news)
the headlines just bleed
at least we have enough flags
to fly at half mast
What equals what, what squared?
The Copenhagen Interpretation
postulates what is true
but mechanics of a quantum mind
can’t explain me and you
Some elements behave all funny
and don’t react too true
and Einstein had no theory
that explains me and you
Some proofs are self evident
and do what they should do
but no control nor guinea pigs
can help explain me and you.
One Minute Rhyme Mark XVII
With a melon and a sunflower
she skipped along the road
and looked like Queen Victoria
before she got so old
she jumped upon a smelly tram
and all the tracks then fused
so she was late for bridge tonight
and we were not amused.
On The Beach
Birthday suit bathers
walked across the sand
just like god intended
strolling hand in hand
They wobbled just a little bit
pink like blancmange is
then dived into the lapping waves
and in the foam they kissed.
tick-tock
I have a little pocket watch
which ticks my dreams away
until it stops at midnight
though I wind it every day
sometimes it skips a little beat
and then a dream comes true
the last time that it happened
I first set eyes on you.
Ah Choo Choo
I live
so much
in railway stations
watching
the faces
that surround me
blur
into old sepia
photographs
of people
long gone
who at just
the wrong moment
turned to whisper
or sneezed perhaps?