A-DEAD-COLD-SNOWMAN
He used to use 'snow'.
Folk called him the yeti.
I called him the Eskimo.
He-ran-off-with-a-girl-named-Betty.
They lived in an igloo
having married. Life-was-cold.
He ended-up dead; ended-up blue.
Only-drug-free-Betty-will-grow-old.
A-CYCLIC-SEA-AND-
CIRCULAR-SEASONS
Had we A-Gift-of-Wings
like Johnathan Livingston Seagull
we might fly the higher,
fly the straighter,
than we do in life's circle.
We've not A-Gift-of-Wings
but we wheel just like any gull
a food-morsel has spied
there at the low-tide
of the push-and-pull-cycle.
THE-SO-GRIM-REAPER
Death is on the stairs,
he has come to call.
The priest utters a prayer
conscious of the creeping footfall.
The dying-woman gives-up-her-ghost.
The very-grim-guest reaps his host.
A-NATTERJACK-TYPE
You're like the natterjack-toad,
you love giving us voice
hunched there in your corner.
You sure make a lot of noise.
A yellow-line right down your back.
Done nothing, been nowhere, you natterjack.
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