Big Blue Mouth
The sky is a big
blue mouth.
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Already it has eaten
the daylight moon.
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What next?
The sun?
………….
No. A mere morsel
will do.
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It opens wide and
Swallows
…………………….
my tiny yellow run-
away balloon.
*Kerrinda Press S.A.
2009
The Kangaroo down Webber
Took a walk ‘round the hood
a sudden rain came in
took refuge in a Gaming Lounge
Had no money – win-win.
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Slipped down to Weber
met my mate Metal ‘Roo
but he had lost his left arm
so what’s a poor boy to do ?
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So I thrust out the other arm
shook his remaining paw
the little joey looked up
and smiled at what he saw
We All Cracked Up
Maybe I really do look sluggish.
like I’m on my last legs —
do slugs have feet? —
that they bring it to me, the cappuccino
rather than make me hang around the counter
like the others.?
You feel like royalty .
Maybe it’s the Loyalty card I hold
that I’m a customer of long standing.
They all know me.
And I know them.
First name basis.
We go back.
We bonded that time I was in the queue years ago
paying for a few finger buns to share with a friend
when Chris asked me,
Would you like your buns buttered, John ?
and we all cracked up..
Why am I always the butt of jokes ???
It’s wet and miserable outside but I feel happy here.
The endorphins surge through me.
If you visit down this neck of the woods drop by
the Café Boulevard.
Tell ‘em John sent you J
and you don’t want your buns buttered !!
The Bin Chook and Me
The bin chook was plundering a plastic bag a few meters from the bench where I was reading, a loaf of brown bread with its insides almost eaten out.
Your turn, he said, as he winged away.
Nah, thanks, I’ll pass.
A pigeon ambled along a few minutes later. He passed too.
Not much of a story but if you’re a writer, you gotta take what crumbs you are given.
The snail came out to see
what all the fuss was about.
He hadn’t seen any for over a month either.
Rain, he said. Who would have thought ?
“Why don’t you get up,
Johnny Boy
Why don’t you get up?”
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“The sedge has withered
from the lake
and no song birds sing.”
*picbypinterest
Flits.
I like the way the honey-eater
flits
from one tasselled branch to another
then flips
onto its back
drinking nectar from the flower
like a milkshake
through
a straw
*pic by pinterest
Glad
the pigeons are gone
& I feel sad
I miss their shenanigans
their coo-ing and fro-ing
but they have found their love
& I am glad
*pic by pinterest
There’s a lighthouse at the end of our street.
It popped up overnight on an old, daggy stobie pole,
Who would choose such a canvas?
Someone has painted it in bright, jaunty colours,
its light like the glow of a full moon.
Big Blue Mouth 