One

by Malcolm, under Poetry, Uncategorized

Temple maze at noon

Bicycles gone too soon

Stopping clocks is all good fun

But then the game is now won

Eagles, storks, pelicans, cheese

Whistle of lint on the street


Passing breeze, whispers in

Drew drow neverlin

Curtains close on the act

Cars drive by and as they pass

We listen to the doors once more


On the count of drums, and the ring of bells

Claim my soul so it may not dwell

On the shore of a beach of the gronkorous grell

And thus put to rest on the broken shells


Down

Up

Swiss

Milk

Toffee


Start again, begin anew

Dance the sponge softened or two

Melt the cow, it’s served its pole

Of pane and stain and droll


Casfe of casefear and on the beard

Rum rum tum tum battleground

Free for now, rise at dawn


One verse, many songs

Dice overtuned, overturned

Dropping hates into balconies

Solder on once more