this too shall pass 

that’s what they said

as they walked past

and then

suddenly 

it was all over 

 dammed by all

the hanged-himself man

will hang forever

 elastic tether

the dog pulls on its leash

towards the next tree

 the genie’s words 

entangled in their baggage

wish you a grant

 for butterflies 

drunk on summer

time stands still 

 stop then go

a chameleon lamppost 

how post-modern

 breaking the rules

by asking your AI assistant 

to break the rules

 the poem arrived

like the last bus home

he got off on it

lost crown

the reed pipes of panic

kisses a frog 

 the high

of walking on the sky

at low water 

 early morning 

tapping the goldfish tank

we both yawn