A for Blog

The violin has curly eyes.
Celia eyes her bow.
Celia bows her violin.

Raindrops squatting on a velvet raft.
Midges scattering on demand.
You’re on remand from the ward today,
and home tomorrow.

Into the pit
for a tune and a tweak.
Off the track
but back
on the road again.

My mouse arm
was once a tiger.

When in doubt,
just do something
that you’ve done before.

My dear ghosts
your atoms foam
in the noosphere.
Parts of you
are always near.

Come out of your corporate corner
into the real arena
of poetry and song.

How beautiful to be alive
in this storm of atoms.

How beautiful to be a
paraphanta or a person.

How beautiful to be.

Thank you God
for a lovely day.
I liked the Oscars
best.