perchance perchance

 perchance perchance 

the very word of childhood

bestowed upon grandpa

so good so good it should

dance and dance and dance

laughing around a hamper of 

happenstance 

now take this word

 now take this word

and place it next to that word

then

take another word 

and place it against another word

each of these couplets 

resonate or assonate internally 

and both the couplets 

resonate or assonate with each other

but wait .... w__ait

each word carries baggage 

entomological and colloquial insinuations

and these resonate or assonate

with each other and with the words

now ....  n__ow it gets recursive 

and convoluted because

there are so many words

and so many bricklayers

who interact with

the words and each other

and all carry baggage

and different trowels

some attractive some not

and then there is the clichéd ink

in the clichéd quills and think wells

and parchment of skins

thick and thin

now take this poem

and place it next to that poem ....

then take this book ....

pussy bach

 pussy bach 

look pussy bach a magpie

collecting february sticks for a nest

and here you are all snug and warm

and the snow forecast is no more

than the paper i light the log fire with

how lucky you are 

and you don’t give it a second thought

soulful eyes and a tilt of the chin

the most successful trait that ever

tickled a darwinian thought

on the purr of the moment

i give you a tickle behind your ear

and darn me if all’s not right with the world

tipping a rare tea

 tipping a rare tea

it’s the wrong way to tip a rare tea

it’s the wrong way to go

always pour from a high pot

to aerate the tea - but you’ll

still need to slurp the flavonoids

oh so inelegantly 

but for taste tea

you must trust me

that’s right way to tip a rare tea

and

one has to make jam for scones

i nearly said

 looking for the reflection of self

the other half of the ticket for the ferry

to cross over after you

on the other side of me

the doppelgänger of a smile

in the mirror that brings death to life

i nearly said life to death

wet sea swim

 wet sea swim 

when the weather is shitty

shitty can be pretty pretty

     for a sea swim

when wet is all you can get

and wetter is a better ditty

when the weather is pretty shitty

in Paris in black and white

in Paris in black and white

who will share in black and white

a street light in Paris on a winter’s night

cigarette glow in snow and smoke and mist

wet cobbled hills up slow Montmartre 

and who will walk the talking walk

along the postered whispered boulevard

adverts tattered of gowns on boards

soaked in tears this city end of night

arming hearts once paired in dance

down hours lit of dimming light

down everything that dims the thought

that no thoughts may pertain 

and all in black and white

at the very very end of night

cry stop do stay do not go

but gone is now the morrow that

has broken faith and dawned and crept away 

on this time-startled dawn

and slept is never the ended word

at the end of a street 

in Paris 

in black and white