cannon's mouth (Remove filter)
At The Cannon's Mouth
a bazooka of basil had broken the ceasefire yet I
held my ground until
Friday's garlic howitzer but still I kept
my powder dry, beseiged by that
coiled enigma now so compromised that I
refrained from even a
side-long glance until Tuesday, when,
hit below the belt by curiosity I
surrendered, only to recoil at an
explosive residue of
pickle (courgette or mayhap
cucum...
Sunday 30th August 2020 11:03 am
Recent Comments
keith jeffries on When I was a Tree.
4 hours ago
keith jeffries on -QUESTIONS?
4 hours ago
keith jeffries on POINTING AT BOATS
5 hours ago
lynn hahn on WINGS
5 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on The Truth is Never Known
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Berlin Irony
12 hours ago
David RL Moore on Atrocities against language, guilty!
13 hours ago
Ciaran Cunningham on VERDIGRIS
13 hours ago
R A Porter on Barista Blues
14 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Heartstrings
14 hours ago