Utter Bollocks

Upon a golden hillside,

Sits a purple chimpanzee

Who sings a song of underwear

And knits, but for no fee

The bumblebees adore him

And the artichokes he sheds

Near the gaseous burning river

Filled with upside-down dog sleds

What Wasn't There

I walked into the hallway,

Saw a painting on the stair

That filled half the wall and all the house

And showed what wasn’t there.

A man sat in the painting

A pile of books by his chair

The titles were illegible

And spoke what wasn’t there.

I steeped lightly to the riser

Made no more noise than I dare

For that man listened intently

And heard what wasn’t there.

My hands caressed the frame

Carved with craftsmanship and care

My fingers explored the canvas

And felt what wasn’t there.

And so I took the picture

From that hallway cold and bare

I carry it round with me

It shows what isn’t there.

Well Hall Haikus

The sky has darkened

The summer sun gone to rest

To rise tomorrow

The dappled ripples

Spread across the constrained pool

Longing to escape

The fragile blossom

Trembles with the blowing wind

Afraid of falling

Alone, the woman,

Cigarette nervous in hand,

Stares into nothing