aristonaut

Several new peices of writing.


SCARECROW

Stand proud you scarecrow, let your empty

Bravery grow.

The black jacket birds are no threat to you.

Crackling voices,

Pointed faces.

Full of seed stealing intent, one week

Without incident.

Yes we know, youre just doing your Job.

So let your empty bravery show.



THE GAME

The peddle boulder dash granules

Slippered and whisked

Phosphors post sugar luminescence

In the trench coat English summer

That refine reframe of

English summer rain.

The knock knock yaw

Of the mock mock

Spittle simmer and fade

On poetry this way

Comes glade





Lovers and the game

The big game

Shoot all and caboodle

Biggest game

Cut to the slip

Picture in the frame





Times fade

To pleasure weigh

grasp let slip the day

In the tock tock

Without tick tick chore

Clear final plain

Something once again

With the warmth of some other

Glinting gone present presence

Love has milked

clear salt rain speckled granules


MIRROR RORRIM

This is a mirror mirror a is This

No, wait, this is a mirror rorrim a si siht tiaw ,oN



And some bonus art..