poem || Jeff Harrison

Now Slow To Donkey Be

limp high shore, gardens at the even way
swell darts are to be found there
limp high shore, gardens at the even way

sea-going small intruders,
remember the droopy wood-cutters,
sea-going small intruders

view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair,
massive must be its remote muzzle,
view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair

day chalk light young in virtuosity
there, there, nice book
day chalk light young in virtuosity

sad your kill, how graves bitch still
dumb psychological elegance
sad your kill, how graves bitch still

confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks
now slow to donkey be
confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks

all the high life of the city there
& low life appears on scene
all the high life of the city there

once air small seldom hidden dress
in bed reading to a doll
once air small seldom hidden dress

it was yesterday had you rotting charm
peacocks other than "Yes"
it was yesterday had you rotting charm