the dream about a letter

the last man on earth
wrote a letter
set down in black and white
the meaning of life
and everything to which
he’d been party
and the histories
he’d studied
until his inkwell dried
blotted and folded
then tucked his paper
into a Manila envelope
sealed it with his
tongue so long
unused
before he realised
there was nobody
to which it could
be addressed
then laughed to himself
as he didn’t have a stamp anyway

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-thirty-six : at the pictures)

the curtains open
and the lights dim into dreams
a long time ago…

the housecat of the restless mind

we let the tigers in
and cared
to hear them purr
and in those
restful moments
of shared content
they are our
troubled souls
calmed

a rhyme about birds and phones

my little smartphone told me so
something new I didn’t know
little birdies sneeze a lot
and blow out khaki coloured snot

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-thirty-five : Kerry 1984)

out of the school dance
she ran in tears to Freedom
“hurting me baby!”

the primate operetta

I’ve looked all round town
but wear a frown
as tin pan alley
has really let me down
there’s rhymes for moon
like June and swoon
there’s even heart shaped balloons
but nowhere in those familiar tunes
can I find a rainbow arsed baboon

A Christmas Wish

one-sies are quite nice I guess
in their own particular way
but I’d prefer you in your none-sie
when I wake on Christmas day

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-thirty-four : tin pan alley)

the words aren’t for us
listen to the melody
there lies our love song

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-thirty-three : seasons bleating)

a christmas carrot
and the goat of christmas past
says baa not humbug

dawn yawning (or yawn dawning)

someone didn’t sleep last night
that someone it was me
the dreams I’d planned to count upon
I never got to see
and now there’s unrequited things
a buried in my head
I guess I’ll have to dig them out
when I return to bed