Twilight Idylls Posts

Informant meet at 9 pm
Back of the restaurant
Will look like someone’s rich aunt
Mile long stems…
Info on a plant
At the dockyard crime scene
Big yellow tulip
And says the accomplice will flip
He was in the circus…
Signing off

The cheering crowd
Full of mad glee
Dancing and thumping
While he tried to take tea
The blossom of the lily milk
In the dark orange
Elbows and frenzied stamping
Over something on the field
Taking liquid to lips unspilled
The sudden shatter slicing mouth
And blood filled throat
Was he about to be killed
Crowd 1 him nothing

That rumbled into The Last Stop theater
No heater
The muffler dangling
Something banging
And he appeared
Smeared with grease
A goose sheared into two
Geese
Oh puhlease
The brat front row
Buzzcut big brow
Who just now
Spat gum at him
His Adam’s apple
Bobbing swallowing razors
Later following
On his bicycle
The chugging, smoking
Old wreck
The kid’s eyes popping
His cheeks puffed and mocking

The book elf
Balanced on the book shelf
Points to the dark space between
Robert’s Rotten Tales and How To Snore Between Dreams
When a hand is poked in
Arm goes up to elbow
Before you fall through expanding darkness
The elf begins to dance
Someone will pull a book out one day perchance.

Wide eyed at the flavour
Sloppy grin and
Chew
Refrigerator
Open
Mouth in motion
Steaming brew
Will anything come of the meeting
But this feeding

Your tracks
The snow nearly covered over
Soft brush strokes
Wind whir blur

Insert a maudlin hour
A wasteful Wednesday
Receive a display
On how to recover
Nodding off
Shivering with boredom
The package received includes 
An Anti-Frittering Pen for you to sit in
A Fantastic Hat for you to be expressive in
A Loop Map for you to follow and feel your indolence
Tickets to your local TRAC
For immediate consultation

The heavens heaved
And spat at us
With our baskets
Booberrying
The frightened eyes
Of the berries
Scaring
Carrying our precious
Pickings
Through cloudy drippings
To the shore
To count out
The mushed
And petrified
Arms swinging
At our side
To safely booberry pied

With commas and winding narrations
Never connecting
He passed the time
Composing
The long sentence
The prison yard stares intense
Wrote on laughing
Participles dangling
Burning over the mishandling
Of his case
No full stop
Nothing
Erased
The scroll
Now
A secreted
Toilet paper roll

Short and neat, he muttered
This longtime cutter
Of wild manes and fake snipper
Of just there strips
The swirl of wigs
In olden times
And curls with petticoats
This hair that floats
In empty shop with
Moonlight teeming
Where the woolly mammoth
Appears, obscure shadows
Buffering its tears