whoosh me by

a snatch of light approaching nearing passing my window air on the road pushed along by a motor car ha ha ha someone is outside tonight watching the moon the stars some meteor shower from the Pleiades a dog barks the darkness the moonlight the loneliness perhaps perhaps it is a song he sings gggrrrrooww-ow-ow … Continue reading whoosh me by

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washing day foal

ahhh a-ahhh the aroma of a sun-drenched sheet a-ahhh laid fresh upon my bed I am like a foal rolling in the meadow ahhh a-ahhh buttercups to chuckle my chin a-ahhh rolling over and rolling over pressing grass flat underneath me as I’m passing ahhh a-ahhh fresh sheets for me ahhh a-ahhh I am in … Continue reading washing day foal

elementals

I’ll rain across Red Cliff there’s no dry within my song no dry in my song I will rain down ………………………………………………………………….I will burn over Stanhope ………………………………………………………………….the Sun is never wrong ………………………………………………………………….the Sun ………………………………………………………………….does no wrong ………………………………………………………………….I will burn I’ll fall down on Mildura no drought will still my song no drought still my song I’ll … Continue reading elementals

an accusation boogie

the wind accuses you-you-you     you-you you did the crime you-you-you      you (me?) you did the crime oh no it can’t be me no I was not there at that time you-you-you     you no-no-no you’ve got it wrong you-you-you     you no can’t you see you’re wrong it’s you-you-you nuh-uh your case isn’t even … Continue reading an accusation boogie

ping pong, under certain conditions

there are special rules for special players and special games a wing tip a flipper both double up as paddles with which to strike the ball each is painted to highlight the sweet spot waddling legs are enabled a tail that propels its player into his preferred position is equalised the dull green table surface … Continue reading ping pong, under certain conditions

my a*** belongs to the government

I’m not in any way a paranoid no I’m not but I believe the government is after my arse ~ the day that I turned fifty (somethingsomething) it was quite a long time ago the government sent me a letter signed with love send us a little specimen they asked collect it on the spoon … Continue reading my a*** belongs to the government

describing mr volta’s love life

the vacuum’s in a love affair with chair legs a three timer in the lounge he peeps one edge around each corner just in case sweet-sofa is on the scene a long-hose clean-a-nova with a filthy pick-up line he gives a satisfying rattle when the trash-chat starts and he can dish up dirt and give … Continue reading describing mr volta’s love life