You Are Reading This

Listen – dear readers who yearn to dredge
my mind/ You cruel voyeurs will suckle for
viable insights/ You’ll read to refresh fury/
Such versified rushes were never obvious

but now a feast/ See my tongue’ll split as
I refer you to a rarer voice – D H Lawrence
& his venomous gold snake – also sipping
from a shared pool – & mused a moment –

It is your choice in clogging heat as sterile
days suck desire from work desks/ Victims
climb from ink wells & sweat bursts below
sheets & no thirsty nibs will plough at text

No quarrels to flood holes – dug by words
into baked mud/ Mounds of rhymed stuff
will trip fools up & break your scrag necks
[so CTRL-C & copy all my summer’s verse]