it's a blue evening
the engine in the distance
leaves in the wind
why not take a heaping spoonful of black pepper
straight down the gullet
live a little
time unwinds in a cool blue line
always pointing ahead
to where one never arrives
if only a bracing spoonful of freshly ground black pepper
could shake things up
my my my
what a rush that would be
in a dogwood tree
visible from the window
lies a nest hidden
by musty white flowers
boy oh boy
could I over go for a piping hot spoonful of pepper
send my sinuses into overdrive
send my taste buds to the moon
on a pleasant calm blue evening
2 comments:
Andy, did you eat a spoonfull of ground black pepper
Away! away! for I will fly to thee, /
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, /
But on the viewless wings of Poesy.
I be flying on them poesy wings.
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