where clouds leave no room towards the end of May
for red or orange, yellow or blue
to shine or peek even a little bit through.
As the grey scudding vapour passes overhead high
what does it matter if the sun is not in the sky?
Life on a dull day is better than to die,
when light and dark,
warmth and cold,
rain and sun,
will matter not.
At 10 o'clock in the morning
treat of a chocolate pudding
as a shopping 40% reduction in a glass jar
says to me aha
glides past my lips
down onto my hips
in a sweet brown slurp
promise not to burp.
