What-Not & Bobalong

Surface-to-Air Missile Name Bestiary

Seaslug kiss

Seadart drip

Seaviper

Seafrog leap

Seafly zip

Seaserpent

Seadeer cry

Seaboar roar

A reading from the Psalter, the wee book you’ll find in the pews, pages two and three.

I’d be confused if I was that small, too

God made him

light step

the perfect size

stalks bend

to sniff daisy

petals curl

daffodil and dandelion

flower bounce, taller now

Cantor: In the tall grass he appears lost.

Congregants: No dog is lost here in this park.

Celtic Field

I smelt like your ex

After smoking too much weed

With the lesbians from Denver

By the old CP line now used

By CN, even Union Pacific, too.

I didn’t feed the shrew

Humble shy under dandelion leaf

Drummer with steady fingers

Shaky paws happily taking wet lumps

Bread from callus starchart hands.

She’d never seen a shrew before

9 species of shrew in Colorado

Not rodents, cousins to moles

When I keep gloaming soil

In my nostrils love is memory.

We’re making a scrapbook by the railway tracks

You and I with steady paws quivering stones

Many locomotives use ship horns

Our clay deposit city was an ocean

There’s a lady in these parts

Whose name I’m slow to divulge

But she’s known to let off farts

Like stones from a catapult