#FebruaryInLeo
Nihil Sine Deo, as the Latins said
#FunFriday, cheese, bread, red,
no police, no fed, fed up with the work,
waiting for the stork,
lamb, no pork, on my barbecue,
listen to the cue, just me and you.
That lottery ticket
was not a big secret, ticked the box
as strong as an ox, I'm no sly fox,
more like a chicken king,
I can do anything I want,
I can go anywhere, a mere
£20 train ticket will take me,
I am that busy bee,
that never let you see
Paris, I never miss
my target, I got a socket
in the pocket, I pick
my chances, nuances of blue,
once again, me and you,
my little sunshine, shine bright.
And I might
see the light, no matter the cost,
not yet permafrost,
even the most hated, loved
climate change, cosmic event
spent on a Friday night,
out of sight, out of love,
my little dove, where are you?
Well, Winnie the Pooh, and
his cousin, Scooby-Doo,
giving us a fright,
lost into the moonlight, moonshine,
Candy Cane, David Blaine,
or other vain man from Spain,
coming too fast, too curious,
seriously, this is my last day
of work this week,
drink down the creek,
pink ladies, the apple, not the pear,
seeds of despair,
where is my hair,
I asked, once more.
My back is sore, sole trader,
Black adder, colonel, in general
ninja, in particular,
Ok, Corral, Coraline, Evangeline,
A line, a dance, and then a spin,
without spine, is mine,
all this secret garden, I say.
First of May, hay, mushrooms,
Weddings without grooms,
Tables without spoons,
Looney Tunes,
Nothing bland
in Disneyland, Samarkand
is the previous place where
I was born.
Sworn to protect the secret
passage to the Otherworld,
the boat was sold, and me
still travelling the world,
Immortal, but no longer alone.
Shadow and bone,
ice cream cone.
Life is here, now.
Blow the candle, my friend,
Blow!
