wet saturday 

wet caturday

eating wet grass all day

 the fever has gone

dawn morning has taken it

life’s chorus sings

 ten thousand years

a house described then

is mine today

 last meal

the death sentence is passed

the fly shall die

 never venturing out

fear always fingertips away 

from the sea’s embrace

 a paparazzi 

hitting the paydirt

where’s the crown

[photo copyright]

 dying

i said to the doctor 

take care

 delirium 

strangers are whispering

around my calling

 sea horses

rolling in the wind’s mane 

emotions stampede 

 there’s a buzz

is it this bee or that bee

blossom viewing

 the eternal poet

my last poem was crap

repeat

 search warrant 

we’ve placed it in the basket

head off and read it later