Collections of
Gross domestic products
Concrete slabs, blocks of mass
The urge to purge
Grass clods
Flitters - flutters
Wombs & wounds
Reforms & reformatories
Seasonal shunts
Ellipsis where the dead stood
Land trod
Eyes & ears & what is said and
What is not,
A Grand Alliance of 2, of 20, of 200,
Hands holding, fingers pointing
Beasts & burdens
Clusters, accumulations
Snows, Sands, the Salty
A bunch of, and
Pretty much a mess
A mass
of
Collectibles
Collated, arranged
In overlapping, arbitrary order,
To the limit.
STAY ON TOP
Exhaustion
Of spirit
Stood still
Eyes shut
Waiting for
Toast to clunk
Parchment biscuity
Noonish moon sliced in half,
Frosted morning breaks
Away in glacial transit
Grouchy-grandad-calloused-afternoon,
Pig-like trotters
Run the road
Aside the sea,
Fraudulent glitter of
Diamantina
Bay’s water
Swim on top
Best
Not to go under #
CIRCLING
In certain circles they call me rude
In certain circles a tight-sphincter prude
In certain circles I’m square
So a nuisance nonagon
Bent threat to the cycle,
In certain circles I’m a rock or
A baring-weight brick
Thrown thru a see-all portal,
In certain circles I do the rounds
Circulate counter-clockwise
Leave the circle on a tilt
Spinning out
Of control