Crunchy-soft and crinkled to your core
of cramped, cream-salted, butter-melted sating:
you comfort with your crenellated smile
as, cradled in the toaster, still awaiting
...
A northern rain, the grey
certainty of it - the same
abluting evening for a clear night,
for wide pavements and
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A Parting
i.m. Nina Levick
You: our happy dose for three days in the week,
PowerPoint demon and whiteboard supernova;
our frizzed and frozzling, bubbled spinning top
...
Gazebos in the rain,
A warm drizzling,
And the wine in tall glasses.
A sitting and standing,
...
Out of one form two
Upper phrase and lower phrase
Splitting firmament
How then to make connection
...
It was all a bit of a cliché really,
the grassy bank rolling down,
each thick, vibrant swathe spreading out
specifically from me, or so it seemed,
...
Higher consciousness
No thought, no wish or regret
Disturbs the present
Smallest whisper of her name
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Die alten, bösen Lieder,
die Träume bös' und arg,
die laßt uns jetzt begraben,
holt einen großen Sarg.
...
Ode To A Crumpet
Crunchy-soft and crinkled to your core
of cramped, cream-salted, butter-melted sating:
you comfort with your crenellated smile
as, cradled in the toaster, still awaiting
full maturity of style,
you get a bit browner than before.
Your surface is a mottled, pockmarked thing,
but then again it’s easy to spot holes
when actually these perforations make you
what you are, whilst things beyond control
are best forgotten. Instead, let’s take two
seconds, or two verses worth, remembering
that a Crumpet’s right is to a happy ending.