Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
it's odd how the dull
- always have certificates
and complain about being provoked
- thank god for the world of bland art
....
the real problem with criticism
is that critics so rarely heed
the feedback
....
if men had babies
they'd have to be small
...
my kids think chips taste better
when you hold them up
to sizzle in the sun
and I agree
because i get to eat more
...
the potted narcissus lay collapsed
on the four o clock pavement table
amid the crumbs and spilled tea
in passing I stood it up
we loved me
....
my son was insistent
that the picture would be better
with him in it - he was right
on the moorland sea -
in among the heather
we hold our breath
to dive and swim
....
- up and down
the sunglasses
follow the clouds
....
horse chestnut leaves
limp as the wings
of a crane fly
drowned in an egg cup
peace:)
The Blue Book
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