Feb25 🥞

I broke an egg I smashed the yolk I broke my leg I told a joke I went to France I played guitar I took a chance I heard sitar In God we trust An open lie We watch it rust And see it die Today in Shrove Tuesday. Sir Christopher Wren, English architect, died…

Oct20

Surfing the tables, burning,A pocketful of puff,Rough, off the cuff,And curling, the table turning.Rolling in dough, for show,Encrusting the rings,Everything’s thingsOn the street-worn skid-row.And there’s beef and a fat reef,The wisps caressing the lungAnd lines lined up amongThe brief relief from the grief.Away, so far, and gone,Shone, like the black sun,Silent, like a shooting gun,Ignorant…