paint yourself into
a corner then did you have fun
watching the paint dry
oh someone is left
outside in the cold ~ nothing
to write home about
take it or leave it
I have bigger fish to fry ~
yum trout almondine
he hit a dead end ~
no hit a brick wall crash and
burn gone down in flames
I come unstuck with
that ~ come to grief end in tears
~ he was a cold fish
CHEERY ZEN
When I’m wallowing in a state of bliss
Never think of all that is to come
I just lie back and reminisce
And yet with no depths to plumb
All real, no artifice
Happy, unlike some
No hit and miss
As I hum
Feel this
Numb
No beginning; no ending;No seekers; no finders
No loser; no finders; No darkness; no light
No light; no life; No test; no testimony
No work; no money;No bees; no honey
No sowing; no reaping; No seed; no crop
No vines; no wines; No crop; no grain
No clouds; no rain; No harvest; no breakfast
No pain; no gain; No thorns; no roses
No pitch; no hit; No downs; no ups
No till and toil; No fertile soil
06052016cjPSFB
two tyburns
poet
show grit
no-hit
know it
The poet who can show grit won’t fall
prey like no-hit guys who know it all?
when he
any
plenty
many
When he writes anything, he’s “brain”ing;
many write plenty, just complaining.