April 2016 Collage Poem: Riddles
Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:
"I hope it's better now"
Icy as a boarding school shower
In mortal mind and nerve
A riddle is told...
What could it be no matter how I think
It is the wrong guess again!
Leaving you dumbfounded
Encoded in parrot-like movements
For April Fool's Day jokes
From day to night
Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best of
times and worst of times,
I'm a voyeur of craft, with a
shameful lack of contribution
Whispering sands kicking camels. Black burning
All goat at the Ponderosa
Not a cow in sight
In the underground tunnels beneath Victoria
The rat people live like Fagin's gang.