…recently laid to rest

Bed & Breakfast

fresh honey drools
sweet trails
over the doona hills
where we rolled
and lay.

Death of a poet

I know nothing
of death
don’t know
nothing about it
no really
nothing.

give in

we hold hands
like lovers
or world leaders
grip,
smiling
with pain.

Saturday Night at the Movies

Beaming from our television,
you know it all.
The leading man with monochrome charm.
The under-rated starlet and her delightful cameos.

More remains...

The leftovers from elsewhere