Maybe Mercury Speaks
Scared of every footfall
Stepping-stones submerge
Remembrance
Delicate, in runnels
Like the funeral dirge.
Starting at a whisper
Sweat amid the corn
Deliverance
Belching from the funnels
Like the mourner's horn
Shying at a shadow
Spilt testosterone
Connivance
Bulging at the gunwales
Like a gravid crone.
Skulking in a corner
Stultified, askew
Protuberance
Piqued by sundry shunnals
Like a bad review
Sliding off the table
Slipping on the ghee
Omniscience
That ignorance annuls
Like a cup of tea
Spying for the Russians
Slightly overweight
Excrescence
It's rank and smelling foul,
Like the Devil's gate
Slipping on the tombstones,
Sophonisba skates
Tawny
Unlike my favourite towel
Whose hue anticipates
Scouring so abrasive
Sullenly obtuse
Deviance
Yet, underneath my cowl
My head's of little use
Contributors: | P, Roland, Stacy(HAPPY NEW YEAR!), TG, Stacy, Bop, Loaf, KD, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 21st January 1998. |