sudden summer rain ~
collapsible umbrellas
showers free-for-all
Categories:
collapsible, environment, nature, rain, summer,
Form: Haiku
No! not about pits
they’re removed
the fruit sliced.
ugly in effigy —
the air turns
their innards
burnt orange.
their rainier skin
scarred and pale —
tasty or not.
i’d rather them red
and plump, but
skinny enough
to fit into
the pitter
and for the pits
to shoot straight
out
not get stuck
like Winnie the Pooh
half in and out —
a honey of an incident,
embarrassing.
i gobble up
nature’s morsels
good for sleep
metabolism and
movements
which i
have a right
to let go.
Let’s not forget
the plastic covering
these incidentals
arrived in
and were shaken loose
from
into a collapsible colander
and given a sprinkling
shower; they shine
their famous; their mine
7/11/2020
Categories:
collapsible, fruit, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
The Paratrooper
I was falling through the air couldn’t see a thing, opened up
my big black umbrella and descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a moon gave enough light so I could see the coastline
and the dark, menacing sea just waiting to fill my lung with water.
By manipulating the umbrella`s ribs, I landed safely on the beach,
folded the collapsible and got away as foam and horrid sea tried to
drag me under. To get home I had to walk through a monocultural
nightmare of pop music, endless Fado, and orange trees the bore
nothing, but yellow fruit no one bothers to pick up as the land
is drowning in sticky juice and no gin. Anyway, supermarkets sold
virtual orangeade. I was walking uphill now, downhill too, but
mostly uphill. From a hilltop, I could see my cottage; noticed the yard
light was still on and hear the desultory din of an aeroplane circling
looking for a lost passenger
Categories:
collapsible, adventure, boat,
Form: Blank verse
The Umbrella
It was a rainy sort
Of afternoon, when I crossed
The bridge didn`t notice
Half it was missing.
Held on to my brolly when I fell
Parachuted landed on a barge.
They needed a deckhand.
The sea was a black mirror, the cook
Was artistic and pissed we only had
Bacon butties that day
I gave the collapsible canopy to the first mate
It was green and covered
In seagull droppings
Categories:
collapsible, adventure, allusion,
Form: Blank verse
The years fold into one another
like that old collapsible cup
I used to take on picnics;
memories in sepia and disappearing,
resistant, resurrected only by
a word, a sign, a sound.
It is a vaporous thing to cherish;
the wonder of it, not in its nostalgia,
rather in its why.
Old images grow ragged on their edges.
The simple times were not the best,
and fine sandpaper
is the modifier of choice.
I thought of lemonade at four o'clock,
popcorn by the radio
and Stoopspeakle nagling*
on a Sunday afternoon.
Then it is that I remember
turning up the volume
just to drown, I think,
my parents' argument.
~
*Col. Stoopnagle was a radio comedian
back in the early 40's, whose shtick
was speaking in spoonerisms
Categories:
collapsible, allegory,
Form: Free verse