melon and exercise

 The melon needs to be wrapped
There are too many pieces
it's over the side
Ok ill get the wrap

The Liqour racket

 Would we ever be invited up to the lounge of the elite
down here on the street cheap lager and hopeful glances
upward

The faithful day came and we were sent for
To enjoy drinks and yarns with the upper level
Imposters

Before long one of the captains ran his mouth
The knife was put in my hand blood on peanuts
stitches

promises of good behaviour
further humiliation
demotion 

Tragedy of the flying tree

 The district's contractors positioned the equipment
the crane and diggger half bent over with the weight of the tree
the six men in their emergency gear made their way to the far paddock
before they got there the trees snapped catapaulting the trunks and long branches

leaving two of them maimed for life
the muddy ground
the foggy sky

To charge you thrice

 The ferry crossing was full of agents
each one trying to increase the price
tall and accessory using men
with their scripts and obligations

settling the impatient travellers
with round deepened cubicles
where we would sit and accept bad terms
Pretending we had warm water up to our chests

The car would be charged and stay here on the coast
as we made the tricky voyage over the strait
The final negotitation tedium in person
eloquence and false apologies

Funny oats

 Joey baby and his fuming gray oats
Almost porridge in the fleck the great trick
They were gleaming from the bottom of the bowl up
body lines all through mouths lengthways leisure

milk pumps in flood down the side 
pooling and pushing up the crusts
as they expand and complain 
Fruit falls down in great piles

The glint of the breakfast spoon
Raised up before the morning light
throwing yogurt then diving in
almost porridge like 

Yes you do that moxxy loaf

 Mox and roof and rust and aloof
you look at my argan face
my archane stance my qualmed brow
yes you do

You see my zeal as it crosses into fever pitch jet
I sprint gentle on the seedy catwalk
can you see me pacing and jumping awry in faded leather here
yes you do

I've steered you toward the words synchronized and funked
I've heaved your overweight expectations over here to this catwalk
Printed your desires into the threads and colors do you like that kit?
yes you do


(scrabble word pros 9/7)

The venom and the avant guard

 He toyed with his banjo
Twanging the wire on it
I mean the string with his tine
Poison on his tux

Hives crawling 
his gloveless hand
glass half full toxic drink
sitting in the bonafide foyer

the callused thumb
The venom we all avoid
yet know pours like tapwater
fits like clothes

and gets lost in people's pantries
we see tireless clanging peasants
crying for tradition and times of yore
failing in their attempt to raze their trendy ways