Växjö
The most upstanding of all forests
By rail to Danmark by Øre
No communist would win
And we scrubbed the estate for fulsome Ray
I had things to eat of berry
And prowess by the phone I surrendered
To find two cars- two kinds of just nearby
In nearby and returned to the lake
Of jealousy time for mine was not theirs
But I entered the glasshouse by dusk
And reading of strawberries and dust masks and the perils of the Viking
Who noticed the epic of Maine
-It was upstanding to be Peter
And to have all those cats come in from the lightning
No fortress was here but we had every stone
To polish for the end of the bow
Wendy was here
As was her cycle
And the chain was clean as Brill morning
So we walked to the cathedral
And prayed for our forest
And cancelled the jet to nearby
This is Växjö,
This is home
I married my very best friend
And the day of the war
Was none
It unhappened
And the upstanding park saddled by
To bereave no-one is Växjö
We stare at the hearse in respect
It rarely passes on time
As we fill up the rows
Of our own
And of theirs
And of Wine
What You Know
🦋
Off the way to Uzbekistan
Was the more honest path
To the island of behaviour
And to be seen with the Kurt
In iron and by photograph
I knew it was David
And I know the way home
while I was Catholic
And not eating dairy
Because News
Won in every way
And they cancelled war
In the name of CSIS
Bless all sentient and trapped and unfound
You are near to- to us
In Christ,
Amen
Why I Sold The iPhone
It was given to Graeme
And I signed up for his friendship
And a c6502 computer compiler
And a last call of func_sync($)
All of these transmissions-
On my phone of personage
And sitting between dandelions
And the apprehension of a lucid dream
To be watched, while typing,
Surely Lenin’s dream is this
Out of casserole glassware to prey upon
My fingers were the cassette
And I was being played
While devouring novichok
It was the brightest day
And we had George
Who trusted Buttigieg independence
Of Monroe Doctrine undone
And yesteryear until my feet wept for knees
40,000 bees at Apple Computer
Dreaming gently of Darwin
While Nigerians prepared for dinner
I was off on my Suzuki
And sang and prayed
And ate Crème Brulée
Aboard 40,922 shoes
But left hanging in San Francisco
For the cyberwar that ended China
Everyone knows-
Ghengis Khan is a millionaire
Unthreaten
In Donegal
I was frozen by the way I worded
Frost on Remembrance Day
You’ll be alright
There is nothing between friends that can explain the pain of Rod
Thinking of Chance Harbour way across Alan
We drifted to Digby
And scotched while rehearsing
It was Wednesday for our hens
And we were the Savage grandparents
In one tiny flower
Alison supposed a Harbour
With a huge Mount Everest Garden
Two years by twilight
And clothes on our rocking chair
I was healed by The Eucharist
On New Year’s Day
And all the way up the stairs
were early Valentine hearts
There was nothing between friends
But a chance to play with our boardgame
Brrr but ..oh it was cold ..
Grand Dulse was full of matcha
In a bowl of hot matches
And bees who saw wax being born
I was healed by Thanksgiving
And saw pale blue houses
Across to Tokyo
And things in a Honda for the first night I was born
I was expecting a night with Darrell-
To confide about the way I was born
And the watch I gave to Salim
Was interested in my redemption
Nothing happened at midnight
But two little socks for my friend-
The good one who stole nothing-
And survived a canoe tipping to Holland
It was an income for 39 years of three dollars an hour but less
The car took my fuel for granted
Bicycles were not to be stolen
And I lost the news to McLaren,
Chalk dust on my table-
So that Target would be rid of scented products-
Berries from Scotland made the way to my basket-
In Rockwood but less than here-
My best friend is Phil
Who I prayed would stay strong
And time collapsed to the rocket-
It was 2003, and OpenCL was starting to expose the gene that I had
Which was a vaccine variant
Nothing but pine – on Everest Zay
Prayed against the diesel
And tiny water, at Easter
Was my home
Forever-
🫧
Jeffery
There Is Time For A Reason (Peter I Island)
Bless us Lord
We are done
And burned every drop
Played with Lego in cavities of Ester
I felt in fear of the digits to bedtime
Wished I’d asked for honour of Maine
There were soapstars and honest wheat
And play problems for the car
This vicious oil
For Tehran and the May of epithopean Peel
I was lost in beyondness
My bed was poly and chloride and resist
And I stared at the moon
It burned my hands and feet
The sky was that far up
Of the heat in my blouse
And private apprehensions of the day
We drops of seafoam to you
They drilled into weary
And the noise was collapsing my face
Way down in Churchill
For lethal falls
Noise
And Warren
I was lucky Swiss
And we had water
It flowed the fastest til ten
Because of the mowing
Each country pretended an amount
But yours was oil
They stole my phone and everyone’s house
And they split up in apathy
Til I fell down the stairs
And wrote unto Rome of my cares
Why to the fossil
It was unkept to the wind
The barrens of manna
Were taken to guild
I wept for the driveway laid bare
Everything squeezed
Til the time of the ears
And every car sat and guzzled the next one
Without no redemption
And six quarts per jet
They stayed and we won and I landed
My wingless aircraft
My body
And I set sail
To Stockholm from Portland
Covered in roses
I dated the prose of the jail
In beams of sun and tines
There was a lectern
And amounts for each day
Eyes to heaven
And repeating to grow
The treetops were leaning to Canada
Burning no lestness
And lakes at Vattenfall
Resisted the rod of the day
With papers to fill
And the end of the wheel
And a Roman recourse to unwind
And in Greenland
A shield for Lars
And his rabbit of Denmark that drifted
The sun kept of shone
Bequeath me the level
There is water to the hilltop of the moon
I am lucky as Peter
To have eyes for the dorsal
Thinking of gladhanding with me
What was a switch
To light up the mercy
And speak to the muse of the rail
For the cleaning of prose
For clouds of the proa
I am bent to a sixty force gale
Sight of the moon on an honest week on an island
With ponies who dream of the cast
And shores of Hal’s lantern
To bespoke of the water
They are drilling for Wheat
And not shale
Vladivostok, Taipei
A place of skills and merry Peter
Who looked at the glass
Of the honest remorse
To Singapore
Where I walked without carry
Of Romaness court
For the suing of vlad
I had two kids at the height of noon
The newest of water
Was the merciest of crime
And the robots fell into the harbour
The Sign
Do you know
The prophet Isaiah
And in Sweden we wash
Every aloe to return
To the desert of date palms and bread lily
Four early days
To be off to the blades
Of Hopskul and Skellefteå and Vision
To be travelling with emus
To be covered in bronze
To be glad
To be rid of this gale
Oil was upstanding
In Pitcairn
We got rid of cancer of the deep
And signed off to the Ross
And women of reprieve
To trespass to never prose shale
Trinidad was absolute
So we signed there
And saw how its house
And stopped eating muffins
Of plastic and coal
And breathed to the last of the gale
Earthen mud
Toulouse to the ray
For the Swiss canoe
And accepting The Body of Christ
With no apprehension
To stop up the fortress
The police were absconded to mail
I was you til I saw
What had done unto me
And Xinjiang had prowess of Rose
Where acceptance behappened
To Greenpeace at one
Whose redemption was democracy day
To uncover the absolute
To escape the bad day
To go in peace
To eat Bread
To end shale
For every drop of water-🧡💛💚🩵
Greenland
Of all the water I knew
Up to lightspeed from Rome
And all the earth filled with rain
To seep below to the falls of a day
To snow and rise over rocks of a Dane
To be pressed into fine-grained words
And rocky heaven under millibars of gold
Where we sought a trail to view
And the bright forest of the Banana’s stars
In its coast a wayward ship
And duels of lime in the fulsome fabric
Of payment in peace to Grenadier
I lost my kin to the deep bright ocean
-For their love was fitted to part
So I dove for cetaceans
And avoided war
And Canada was blessed to be there
—Time
Pete is Efficient (South Bend)
And fending harbor
And well as you may become
To the rose course of Maine
In the air at war
To hope for rain
And because at land
There is safety in Rome
And the palace opens
For pasture
And all the tidings
Of all the idling
Were supposed bonnet
Of Mercy now
A thousand husband
On Tuesday
Where Thanksgiving effaces
All war
In providence for surveillance
Because we weep
For American dream
But seeing the sky
In biggest romance
Was the pay of course
For Sussex Bend
Whose attire spotted one ship
Whose lacrymal was asound
And Pete was here in honest guard
NATO cared
Not for him
His cry was mercy
And never abandoned ship
So graves were none
Upon his watch
And way up to heaven
He went
But early ransom
Across every table
Wasn’t Pete
But Truman
And Earthmanship to behold
For Pete and his love
The truth is his own prayer
For all who seek
The hollow pale
Abandon to Pete
Your wanton regard
His aching promise
Is the shadow of the sea
Is yours
And his
Vote free
Look How Many People Are In The Elevator
So I pressed a button
And was sent to the rear
Where I counteracted the freedom
Of the driver
And suffered for the other-
My riding mate who was tired
And unscented
So we hired another elevator
That would take us back-
To home; The place we came from
But the elevator had enough
And threw us to the basement
Because of China
I update my software
And because I’m Canada
I give people free rides
Amanda Prays For Rain
In the tools of Jasper
And Rain City become
We spoke the muse of Parallel
And from the shore became
I of the font of Derry
And to the years of dew betrothe
Amanda walk the sea of air
And battled fortune forth
Olive and wine and distrobute mine
A spring of second seal
To the watches of May
Seconded up the near of skill
To be hands to the river
And diving at heart
In a new moon we witnessed
A forest become
And to the gems in the sand
And a glow to Mom’s hand
We waited by the tracks
For water to non-accost
I was firm to the rail
And glad to my friend
Who waved at the men by the cabin
Doth time for sleep
And evidence lectric
We took all our cues
From the lantern
Doilies and watermelon
And six shots of green
Aboard to the toolhouse
By the tale
No more at war
Penning hearts of amore
We walked to the forest
Of the Hour
Amanda
Twilight at dawn
And shawls of redemption
Six quarts of Holy Water
Amanda is sane,
Free and bright
And the best of all worlds
Not afraid to be wronged
By an angel
At midrise
Though bested by noon
No telling,
Of heavenschance
And off to Saint Peter of Chase
By Kennebecasis
To not be alone
On beach day or in prose
To the phone that weeps
For her endurance became
Exaltation
Of the wind
That carries her home