September 30

 

necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath
necessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreathingnecessarybreath

September 29

 

unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words
unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words unnecessary words

September 28

 

A waltz can only give you so much, explained the conductor, whereas this bus will take you all the way.

September 27

 

I have not been sponged down since 2018, said The Engineer.
I have not seen a sponge since 2015, said The Fabricator, who was in the next room.

September 26

 

Be careful where you put those pins –
My heart is not where you think it is –

September 25

 

This is an impression of me as a horse
by a fellow
naysayer.

September 24

 

This is a photograph of me as a gymnast
taken by an admirer
who enjoyed my flexible
working hours.

September 23

 

This is a portrait of me as a youngster
painted by a favourite “uncle”
who enjoyed pain
t.

September 22

 

from THE POET RECLINING

More
A little more
Just a little bit more
Just a teensy-weensy bit more
Oh –
Too far . . .
Are you OK?
Did you hurt your back?
Oh . . .

September 21

 

from I’M GETTING A GOOD VIEW FROM WHERE I’M SITTING
         (BUT YOU MAY WANT TO CROSS YOUR LEGS)

As usual, there had been a universal lapse of taste:
approaching from the South-West,
Melody had slapped on several millimetres too much pancake
and no way would she pass for a nun. But
you had to admit, she’s a cracker in the sense
that you would only pull her once. And she might not go BANG!