Much too much a
restless mind:
much the blank
and much the bind.
Tag Archives: poetry
Psalms, the next generation
When we ask ourselves
what this hour is for,
when grief it rains
in the houses next door,
when Pickles the maid
mops up the floor,
and we drop to the basement below:
Then I pick me up
and dust me up
and turn to you, O Tums:
(key of G)
O Tums, Tums,
Tum-tee-tum-tum
Tum-tee-tum-tum-tee-tum-tum!
Upside to the cyclone
New views,
and the wisdom from flips
with outcomes unknown.
Peaceing it together
You, me and the Holy Ghost
Rule of tongue
Say what you mean
and mean what you say,
but don’t be mean
when you mean it today.
Just me
I lied,
but who knew?
Just me
and maybe you.
He took her so seriously
ravished her in fact
Valley shag and raincloud blue
I lie awhile and look at you
For a minute the moon
Silver sliver
over pale light
and an icy river-
For a minute my soul
ceased to quiver.
For a minute the moon
kept me warm.
Valentijnsdag
All these poor Dutch romantics,
going to dinner
on their bikes
in the rain.
Utrecht Journal 