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.

Let My Sleeping Friends Die

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