NOTHING-BETWEEN-
YOU-AND-ME-HERE
An empty glass
is full of air
and yet we say
there's nothing in there.
We look through glass
and through air
but still we say
there's nothing in there.
Nothing is something.
that is clear.
Clear as the glass
between us here.
PLAYPARK-LIFE
Up and down
the seesawings.
Left to right
go the swings.
Full-circle wheels
the roundabout.
This is life, kids,
in or out.
JUST-THE-ACTIVE-VISION-ON-
CANVAS-MAN-HE
Rene Magritte
the Mystery Man
in a bowler-hat.
He was a Belgian
surrealist-artist,
yet a gentleman
in his bowler-hat.
Upsidedown vision,
subversive act.
A-DUO'S-SHARED-COMPLIMENTS-
ON-STYLE-VERSE-POEM-WE-HAVE-HERE
Hair upon her head
in a gold-pile
and far from miserly
was the girl's smile.
I said to her
let down your hair.
We lay on the bed
and in a while
she said to me
"Sure like your style."
FORMS-FLYING-FREE-FROM-
LANDED-FRAMES-YES?
Gravity holds us down
as does the grave the ground.
But if spirits go fly
might then you and I?
And might we meet the Muse
when we shed our shoes
and bodies by Death's Door,
as upwards, girl, we soar?
NATURAL-AS-FRESHLY-FALLEN-SNOWS?
The boys built a snowsoldier
if without a gun.
The snow-cold warrior
melted in the shiny-sun.
They passed by later
with dad and giddy-mum
pushing a pramulator.
Inside a new soldier son?
FIND-I'M-YOUR-MAN-AND-NOT-
A-FOUL-MAGGOT-GIRLIE
The white worm of the fly
upon a compost heap,
or the caterpiller of the butterfly
on a cauliflower-leaf,
feed and feed, take their fill.
In your perfumed garden, girl, I will.
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