Thursday, June 29, 2006

As evening falls

As evening falls
Over the river, on the hill
What spiteful chance steals unawares
Beautiful, tragical faces
Out of the sparkling sea
The little white prayers
Where shall i find you

If the red slayer think he slays

If the red slayer think he slays
I saw him once before
I heard the wind all day
On and on
The air is like a butterfly
Why do you always stand there shivering
Yyou are clear

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

The henpecked warm seashore

The henpecked warm seashore
Kissing by the saucebottle,
With the solemnly beef-red farmhands

Scrubbing while the playful truant boy
On the patchwork street impatiently
Goes to rave against the webfoot night.

in your flight

in your flight
in may with the meek, brown eyes
melancholy days have come come
down at dawn from windless hills
he's gone there is a country full of wine
under dusky laurel
leaf while i stood listening, discreetly dumb

I was shamed slowly

I was shamed slowly
By the street of the pretender
Dying heartily on the torrential kings
On thoughts of leaves
Where farmhands lie quickly
And all the seashaken salmon speak and lie

Monkey Literature

I have locked in my basement a large quantity of monkeys. These monkeys have all been equipped with type writers. Here is the best of their work...

NOTE: Please don't call the RSPCA, these monkeys are kept in reasonably comfortable conditions and they seem to enjoy the hours upon hours of typing.