The pen ensconced in its niche
in an arthritic hand.
The pen tapping against a bottle of old speckled hen.
The pen dropped and rolling.
The pen forgotten again.
A smoky glaze, frosted glass or not
Hides a malaise consisting of thought upon rot
Sought to begat that:
That could never be begot.
Verses dispersed onto paper into form.
On to the next phrase: realign scorn.
Hope shrivelled, dismay shorn
from a branch on to a twig on to a leaf
blown haplessly onto the the lawn.
On to the next verse, given form from alacrity.
Sit down; seated. Smoke a pipe in the city.
The glow is so pretty. Of cherry, of faces merry, of paint-sniffing someone. So rueful in humanity, so ignored in the city.
So bright at night is this beautiful city.
So alight from the right and turn your care to the pretty.
in an arthritic hand.
The pen tapping against a bottle of old speckled hen.
The pen dropped and rolling.
The pen forgotten again.
A smoky glaze, frosted glass or not
Hides a malaise consisting of thought upon rot
Sought to begat that:
That could never be begot.
Verses dispersed onto paper into form.
On to the next phrase: realign scorn.
Hope shrivelled, dismay shorn
from a branch on to a twig on to a leaf
blown haplessly onto the the lawn.
On to the next verse, given form from alacrity.
Sit down; seated. Smoke a pipe in the city.
The glow is so pretty. Of cherry, of faces merry, of paint-sniffing someone. So rueful in humanity, so ignored in the city.
So bright at night is this beautiful city.
So alight from the right and turn your care to the pretty.
