The bits and bobs of thought and wonder…
The love and snail pace of a trip
Along the road of endless ponder
Whilst gripping tight a lifeless whip
I’m waiting for the words of longer
Extended versions of a knit
Which make a scarf-long blunder
That helps this boneless whimp
But still in all of making
The simple little things
Like having cup for taking
Like leaving them a tip
And other little corner
Of roards that take you far
Will show you that of mystery
Which has the door ajar
May all the endless wonders
Flood over you in breath
Fulfill you with the happiness
And give a stronger grip
And this is how much longer
Consumed by thirst to write
I will produce a wonder
Of endless poets mind
When swallows cry in night,
the light does barely whisper,
and mind goes off in night,
to crawl its way to mister
