void of sage

on the sanctuary, rage and grumble
nor will the other, humble
as well for death and decay
learn its wise to say

rock the cradle soft and quill
pick fight with the windmill
sow the seasonseeds
for the good old needs

flare the sticker in the coop
crop the circlet as a loop
bend the time to square
and never be aware

watch the joker with umbrella
he can be a tricky fella
he shows all hes paces
with a million faces

tiglon in displacement
has never ever sent
forces of the habitat
to be another party-rat

watch the casement from behind
and giggle in the dirty wynd
settle anxious for the crossbreed
and go wherever it might lead



bidrag till poesiskolan

Av Preben Holm 18 nov 2003 10:33