the the

sometimes things work
sometimes they do
i was wandering my mind
thinking of spring clues
not there yet...
living the laughing zoo
captivating the cardboard kind
that mingling the the
shingling in zoos
comfortably fine
if not divine
then what...
the the gained power
the knots got broken and the fish went free
the powders pounded me sideways
i laught until the shoes went splinter
hofo in the afternoon where the eggs lay
littered in the the of the chime splintered grass
looking optimistic at the wings of dawn
the the climbed from its hiding place
placing shingles in the two bys
looking up i could see the the disappear
but only for a line or two
then it appeared with an n at the end
and the castles shingled the timbuktus
watching the antelope in eye drop pews
washing the wishing wells wait for temples
to open wire and shingle the plains
nothing to do but open the catshoe doors
drink the bumblebee stew
laugh the elements in two by twos
in posts and clues
the the disappeared
the shindig belly up
the adventure between the lines
the paper over and out
and the lunches split with the dinners
still looking for the then.

Denis Streeter   3/11/13