A bonk on the head
A sailing kick
A grab for a rib
A flailing hand-flick
The Magnificent Bumbler
The Infinite Wonder
Roll on the canvas
Foot to the face
Toes to pry loose
Shot to the grill
Spill to the floor
Knot made of ear
Down for the cover
Ale dribbles
The ale bubble
That fills
With his eyes
Looking in
Tries to rise
Wobbling
Cig stubbing
The ash cinder
Flash
Sloppy grin
Toppling
Crash
On the street
On the wind
Spun out of an old spirit
Delirious
No feet
No trace
Folded lace
Greeted
In a frosted over
Window
Ice and powder
For a face
There’s music down the dock ways
The sun isn’t quite risen and I’m thinking
Are you still eating
Canned and frozen
Are you retreating and surprising people
You’ve spoken
The sea moves in its countless ways
Or is it just the waves and I’m wondering
Are you still greeting the day
With your backside
Coming and going like the tide
The light sparkles when you’re way down here
Not quite under the pier and I’m thinking
Are you still drinking and stinking,
Are you even alive there where you
Commanded with a stride
What’s landed on the beach this time
Spice
Or taste
Buds
That grace
Your life
Wood scent
Mouth balm
Calm
Ameliorant
Distant
Fate
Of a meal
Feel
The cinnamon
Sprinkled on
The chin
Not quite
Synonym
Nor
On the tongue
The glitter swirls whitely
It’s a shake up
Isn’t there another pastime
You could take up
Tried to break in
To the cozy cottage sitting
On a bubble of a hill
All you can do is
Watch the flakes spill upon
This gentle scene
But I spot a tiny crack
Near your knuckle
Escape is at hand
For this gold buckled elf
In your hand
Pounding drums and violins
The introduction
To the latest catastrophe
Fires rage and people flee
Then it’s drowning or planes dropping
From the skies
Lady Tragedy smiles in the corner of your TV
War and famine to the jamming bass
Homicidal hippie commune cult
To the squeal of a grown adult
Barely contained fevered newsreader eyes
Lady Tragedy is mock surprised
Shock! the cameras just outside
From couch potato gone to fries
The sickly glow in the window
The remote control
Lady Tragedy holds
Bitter Bulging Biscuits
Sweet Lolly Lashes
Olfactory Ooh-berries
Viscous Vinegar Vapids
Low-hanging Slurp-vines
He stuffed into his
Greedy gob at once
Forgetting even to munch
This was breakfast dinner and lunch
And went off
Not knowing the gastro-wars
His belly would have to suffer
He had a Lickspittle Loose-worm
For a buffer
Puttered to the pot
To hit the spot
To soothe any galleon
The tea turned the bones
Over warm
His voice fell to craggy depths
To plumb the dead of
Their jewelry
And it soared with cloudy
Drifts
Or became a pool
To see
Oneself, shuddering
At the emotional
Wreck
Looking back
The lyrical mischief
Wound round
Life to strangle
Or comfort
Sly asides
And
Grunts and
Yelps
Pleas for help
And vocal stunts
That filled
The room
With imprecations
Of some stifled
Doom