Sunday, May 08, 2005

but nor - the grass is blue

nor did the poppycock bloom
beguiled a sheer soft caution
as she, the keeper, does grow wisely
with each malignant moment

nor did the elephant's spoon
shout prolific profanity
as he, the badger, does grow unkempt
in the halls of hidden hands

nor did the remedial man
be reminded of those blinded
as they, the seekers, do grow minded
whilst each blade of grass turns blue

it is the shrewd who solemnly submits
a face and a place for the rest to stay
beneath the core
blissfully sore