Years Are Those Things With Feathers

Years Are Those Things With Feathers

That Fly In Nervous Weather.

Emily Said It Best

In A Back-East Poets Fest.

Scratches In Time.

Earth Has Its Own Mind.

Those Who Stray─

Find Notes With Ancient Signs.

Those─

Shake And Bake Alien Rhymes.

Mental Petals Do Survive

In Deep-Brain Dives.

So─

Nothing To Fear In Any Perception Year

When Truth Uses Main Gear.

And Squally Moves

Make The Body Groove.

Happy New Year!

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

In High Tide

Step Back In Time

Body

Has A Mind.

So, Stand On A Holiday Cliff

Watch The Air Drift

Two And Fro ─

Mental Wind’s

Magical, You Know.

Knocks And Frocks

Life’s

Full Of Midnight Tocks.

And

Nylon Socks.

There’s Plenty

Of

Pointed Toe

Clues

When Thoughts

Dream With You.

Get Out

Of The Way.

Enjoy

That Big Christmas

Payday.

Plenty Of Love─

Nowhere To Hide─

When Consciousness

Swims

In High Tide.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

Bananas In The Snow

Crossed The Line. Weather’s Fine.

Running From A Dream ─

Ego Got Caught

In The In-Between.

Halfway Up Remembering Hill

Feelings Got Kind Of Chill

Like A Cook In Bed

Eating Frozen

Sourdough Bread.

Then

Brain Steps In

Call It─

Slippery Son Of Sin

And Its Twin.

Heart-Beating Glances

Lots Of Chances.

School Bell Rings

Choir Sings.

When Bullshit Burns

In A Smelly Urn.

And Truth Breaks Wind

While People Hang Low

Like Bananas In The Snow.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net