Andy Brookes Poems

Dorothy waits over the rainbow clicking Ruby Slippers impatiently
house crushed witch dissolves cryptically
Swiss cheese thoughts swirling chocolaty, Toblerone hills melt honey sweet
avalanching crushed nuts send cow bells ringing in the moonlight,
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startling words, spray can written walls raven wisely disregards, predicting havoc's decay
peacocks eyes flush royal blue arched graffiti written subways
pink, green, startling Lola's red dreams, free world proclamation anarchy rules.
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'Trailing tripling tripe' he said 'He couldn't care less,
for everyone has detractors.' then taking a bite from his bacon sandwich he munches contentedly

well the facts are clear, write rubbish with arhubarb pen,
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Scratching pens, sobbing sentimental thoughts, no not today I come out all guns blazing.
no so innocent but insouciance, guilty all; the cliff edge's not gilded but crumbling
a flock of sheep knowing their fate but pushed from the back tipping end over end
falling substrata, collapse incongruent imperiled.
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Sleigh riders, s lave drivers,ducking and divers see the writing on the wall
Babylons streams on Netflix hell it seems is here accompanied by elves and spells

Happy New Year, no fear, meeting at the worlds end my friend,
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the stray arrow it appears and then, well a write is not always right, a flight of fancy, fancying you while you are oblivious to me.
a fancy flight up and down stairs my emotions riding escalators on a wing,prayers come later free falling no parachute
sometimes winged missiles shot left field, made hot for love or not, Cupid, that scoundrel, lets fly willy nilly.
his darts pierce but are not necessarily accurate, his sums when summed up are wrong, not a straight arrows on the narrow line of sight.
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When did we become safe complacent?
when did you start locking the doors on adventures?
closing windows to the world, so that we are here trapped together
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look beyond theveil
what is that seven or one
dancing death steps
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They were patient I'll give them that as they formed a not so orderly queue stretching around the building as if waiting to be sentenced in a court they all wanted to made sense of.

occasionally one would jostleanother out of the way
feeling, as they were old, to get preferential treatment.
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