whirled cup

 whirled cup

the world cup runneth over

surely oh my goodness and mediocrity 

will bore me all the days of my strife

and i will dwell in the house of

oh my good lord not another match

forever

social mediocrity

 social mediocrity 

when a post invites me

to do this or that

i never do

this or that

and that’s a fact

when a post does not

invite me to do 

this or that

i always find i want to reply

with a poem 

about this or that

a poem that was not a fact

but in reply 

it was

they found a new whale graveyard

 they found a new whale graveyard

deep beneath the sea

unimaginably deep to you and me

the Diamantina fracture

don’t ya know 

and lunching there are brittle stars

and bone-boring worms

and chemosynthesis-based bivalves

so now ya know ya know

that the graveyard round the corner

just up the road from you and me

is pretty mundane monumentally

plain dead dull you see

but ya know that don’t ya

know why

because they found a new whale graveyard

deep beneath the sea

i have a sinking feeling

that it’s not for you and me

and that’s a pity

p

i

t

y

senescence’s sentence

 senescence’s sentence 

aging is the buttering of breaths

the leaf fluttering at the end of the top branch

the lyre of the sun on a web’s dusting

call the sap back and it will laugh

a dry eye never will weep a smile

hands held together tighten around

a clock’s chime

the pendulum’s lullaby 

sinks

well i never ever

 well i never ever

but there is only one you 

no one else could write your poem

never ever

ever

so don’t undo yourself

and deny the world your poem 

there is someone who will read it 

and say

well

i never

ever

D Day D Day dad

 D Day D Day dad 

what did you do 

on D Day dad?

how many died 

on D Day dad?

what fun they had

in my Boy’s Own comics

on D Day dad

can I be beached on

D Day dad?

oh why not!? why not!!??

you are so horrible dad 

I could kill you sometimes 

D Day D Day D Day dad

what’s that you said

that you are dead and

you died on D Day D Day dad

look beyond

 look beyond

dust suspended 

in the rays of a rising sun

through the undulating clouds 

a beam oblivious

to the machinations of men

so rest your mind beyond 

beyond seeing 

beyond the dust

of a rising thought

through you

lost you

call not your name call 

poem poem

ring the bells of time