a ninetieth new poem ... 'things I learned from WhatsApp, Friday morning'

One piggy wanted to go to market

One piggy wanted to stay home instead

One piggy asked: 'Which market?'

One piggy said: 

'What time?'

One piggy made a joke about broccoli

One piggy left the conversation, 

Went off-line.

One piggy suggested three markets, 

Any three,

One piggy said they’d rather stay home, right, 

'If there wasn't a fourth, see'.

One piggy said they had some leftover roast beef at home in the fridge

One piggy answered roast beef at home was, perhaps, 

'better plannidge'.

One piggy asked for an address

One piggy stressed (again): 

'What f'in time?'

One piggy then opined it was, er,

Actually pork leftover in the fridge

And, hells bells some ...

...Pork sausidge!

One piggy sent a panicked face

One piggy raged: 'you're a disgrace'

One piggy phoned the police
- after being on hold for some minutes - 

One piggy in blue uniform answered

And one piggy, spluttering uncontrollably.
 Reported the deceased.

an eighty ninth new poem ... 'wind of change (for Bill Callahan)'

The wind of chchchange

Ripped the lashes

From his eyes, tugged at his

Lips, whipped the clothes from

His back, sucked out the fat,

Shattered his teeth, wreathed his

Whole body in a vortex of

Spite - and the next day he awoke

Naked and new in the dawn’s

Early light with his hands for a

Pillow, naked and white.

an eighty eighth new poem ... 'what db did for me'

‘It’s alright, son’,

He said.

‘You’ll get through it

And wake

Tomorrow with

A song in

Your head.’  

an eighty seventh new poem ... 'the dame'

So the Dame is dead:

Star burned into the

Veiled night sky,

Bleeding black.  

Three little poems

Necessary Equipment

The cat

Fell from the tree:

Not having the necessary equipment –

Like legs, paws, and claws –

With a splat.

God

God is the creator

God is omnipotent

God is vengeful

God is wrathful.

God is all-knowing

God is infinite

Yet

God is a little fairy

(not in the pejorative sense):

God needs you to believe in him

To be real.

Pound of Flesh

Agnes gritted her teeth

Against the feeling of faintness

(due mainly to the blood loss)

And the pain.

She managed a smile, even,

As the weight-loss class leader

Invited Agnes to step on the scales,

Having taken her pound of flesh.