Celtic summer frocks

I’ll think of her more than I can thank her

My minds been like a canker

I’ve walked along the waters edge

I’ve trod my footsteps in the sand to pledge

So stay awhile

Beneath this summer smile

Observe these soaring cliffs

Beneath of which I sit to sift

Soliloquy or fast

Passed places ever last

Moss and luxurious lichen

Waters from the kitchen

Its fibered growth turns grumbling rocks

In to the colours of Celtic summer frocks

Sand, and sand, through twisted toes does tumble

Grains to maintain this odd refrain so humble

Again sustained by summer’s sun

Upon which I sure must not stumble

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Or what to trot out

Time to dwell

My words to tell

Caught in the spell

Of lines that rhyme

Or don’t

Or won’t

Pubic roots

And pheasant shoots

You can see

To where my mind is sinking

Or can’t

Or shan’t

Baby belle

And pelvic swell

It’s lust not love

I’m drinking

Or what

To trot out

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Not a pixel richer

Doing the Japanese

No time to please

Just point and click

And move on quick

Megabytes of memory

Seminar and plenary

Twenty first third century

Moving on past sensory

Cease the moment

Not the picture

Photographic truth

Not a pixel richer

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Moving swift

The Nokia is new

I’m driving through

I’m leaving for no reason

The Lexus boy

Air conditioned joy

Feels like I am committing treason

Through this place called Drift

Moving swift, through the gears I shift

I’m all for going out of season

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Crimson skin of Lincoln

Granite Boulder

Strapless shoulder

Ultramarine

Are you

Mother of pearl

Countess, King and Earl

Carbon blue it’s true

You’re diamond through and through

Crimson skin of Lincoln

Your friends to whom you think on

Though only the amethyst knew

Who or why the seagull slew

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