Sunday, May 17, 2015

THE YARDS      [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
Hubris has its own analytical
Empty hammock
That commands
A regency affair –,
Impeccable lawn
And hedge height –,
In-ground pond
And systematic lolly-water
Circumnavigating
Nightshade salad greens
And what-nots...
 
Sipping an imagined
Rose’, humbuggery’s
Commonality
Is a cane-toad gnome
That croaks
A recreated
Folksy rumour
As poverty’s daylight
Rain
       Skims
The fringes...
The soak-holes.