February 2020 Collage Poem: Don’t Go Down that Street
There’s a rumour going round that street
Pushing past their little destinies
Caught short Shakespear relieved himself against the corn sheaves
The fox startled bit the leg of the harvest jigger
The painting has little time to dry, as poets' pens begin.
To take down a street of music, blended to new worlds of rhyme.
Underneath the moon
The rabbit did not stop drinking whiskey
Next to the traffic lights
As the words fall into place
Flesh savaged and stripped
Fox moves to the city
Ship sailed, giggling while the sea engulfed me.