The Xmas racket’;s already started in my local supermarket but be of good cheer, it’s almost the end of another year, and the world’s still here. Time permitting, I may fit in another post before the end of December.
The piece below came from playing around with Let sleeping dogs lie.
Death’s a disciple of mine
He follows me around
all fake smiles
and pleased to see you agains
Lord, save us!
I nearly threw up all over my corpse
lying battered and broken
but made up just fine
for mourners to cry over
then enjoy my fine wine
still, from where I sit now the beer is unreal
and nobody’s pale or wearing a mask
to hide what they think of me
a senseless task
and to those I hear weeping and wondering why
sometimes it’s just better to let sleeping friends die.
This little ditty below was derived from a cluster diagram on the life and times of HG Wells. The format is modeled after a poem by e e Cummings, called Buffalo Bill’s