Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

and when its time to come in, sit, let the sweat dry,
sip a bit while your mind runs away,
ponder thoughts passed in labor,
chess games before the wood stove

when the words in me are nothing more
pale grey whispers of ash, cool silk against flesh
i am not bereaved
i know
to read your mind-pictures
is a feast to the muse
and each piece is a plan
a manoeuvre
against the backdrop of familiarity
that oft-times welcome heat

 

[HarryHill]

when the words in me are nothing more
pale grey whispers of ash, cool silk against flesh
i am not bereaved
i know
to read your mind-pictures
is a feast to the muse
and each piece is a plan
a manoeuvre
against the backdrop of familiarity
that oft-times welcome heat

..

The world seems caught between breaths,
sweats a friend under long sleeved cotton shirts,
earth crawls from beneath twisted honeysuckle,
there is still shade under the cherry trees

 

[HarryHill]

100% caught it just in time

 

[HarryHill]

Kuuuuuuu, wake up
I wanna playyyyyy
..
This election's a sack of ugly motherfuckers
everyday raising a ruckus don't mean a hill of beans
scenes of smiling plastic faced flunky's standing by while
some other guy flashes his pearly's,
tells another lie believed by brain dead masses of all classes;
the news folk spring like sex mad carnivores,
pull down the beast, fuck the corpse, leave the remains fly blown,
stinking, still talking

 

[HarryHill]

There's no coffee in the cup.
don't mean its empty,
yet, I've found alcohol's the perfect answer
to remove those annoying stains

 

[butters]

Kuuuuuuu, wake up
I wanna playyyyyy
..
This election's a sack of ugly motherfuckers
everyday raising a ruckus don't mean a hill of beans
scenes of smiling plastic faced flunky's standing by while
some other guy flashes his pearly whites
tells another lie believed by the brain dead masses of all classes
the news folk spring like sex mad carnivores
pull down the beast, fuck the corpse, leave the remains fly blown,
stinking, still talking

was snoring a deep-autumn welcome
the double-life of dreams running full-speed
though thankfully not involving necrophilia
or fly-blown talking heads

There's no coffee in the cup.
don't mean its empty,
yet, I've found alcohol's the perfect answer
to remove those annoying stains

i had brandy but didn't get beyond
a splash in my coffee
on my road to perdition
the heatwave dissolved in
floodwater and lightning strikes
gods mumbling in discontent
cooler air flowing in
bedclothes grown comfy, cosy
the darkness a welcoming pair of arms
everything breathing easier

 

[HarryHill]

oopsie, clear again

 

[butters]

home xxxx
how's my guy?

i come bearing bellissima italian gelato... white choc/chocolate and cocoa/hazelnut n chocolate flavoured mix

eating it as american fries & chicken poppers cook

back after dishing them up

 

[HarryHill]

Just in the house. I'll have the poppers when they are ready first, gelato second and third welcome home baby warmish out n I'm in a long sleeve t. How was the day?

 

[butters]

Just in the house. I'll have the poppers when they are ready first, gelato second and third welcome home baby warmish out n I'm in a long sleeve t. How was the day?

warm but not hot
happy customers, happy till, happy me
feet are fine
ice cream's yummy
slipping further down in bed as i type

 

[HarryHill]

warm but not hot
happy customers, happy till, happy me
feet are fine
ice cream's yummy
slipping further down in bed as i type

..
uh oh, night missus

 

[butters]

..
uh oh, night missus

soon

 

[HarryHill]

Fan on high,
straw hat in hand,
spun to a landing, over there,
coffee and a plan to see,
what the missus is about.
answer her missives left on the desk
in a hurry to get out and sweat,
fair weather, end in sight

 

[HarryHill]

Fan on high,
straw hat in hand,
spun to a landing, over there,
coffee and a plan to see,
what the missus is about.
answer her missives left on desk
in the hurry to get out and sweat,
fair weather, end in sight

 

[butters]

twice even

 

[HarryHill]

Give us a kiss missus

 

[butters]

 

[HarryHill]

My butters melted away,
just as well
my breads dragging tonight

 

[HarryHill]

Blasted Cedar I love thy beauty,
rent and splayed,
lightning blaze a birth mark
long dead branches at your feet,
standing tall and proud,
earth seed green your hue
against Septembers crusty sky,
in my mind a bruised leafs scent
upon my fingers smelt
..

 

[HarryHill]

Sun sets, night falls cool,
tail lights of the chimney sweep
slide out of sight beneath faded leaves
still clinging to trees, stubborn as yet to shed
them on Octobers insistent breeze

Sunsets, cool nights, falling leaves,
wood laid near to hand
quilts thick on beds,
auburn hair spread across a grey mans chest
light the fire

 

[butters]

embers well banked sleep the damp day through
but come the night
she lifts the cover
blows a warm stream of air
brings a twinkle to his eye
as smoke curls and flames lick
seeking fresh fuel
desire added
stick by seasoned stick

 

[HarryHill]

Suffragette

What a tough bitch you were
bringing low that abusive employer,
hiding from a law that saw you less than mans worst,
standing defiant,
the kings horse brought your suffering to an end
after that the whole world joined in
and now you are so close

 

[HarryHill]

embers well banked sleep the damp day through
but come the night
she lifts the cover
blows a warm stream of air
brings a twinkle to his eye
as smoke curls and flames lick
seeking fresh fuel
desire added
stick by seasoned stick

..
five lines of mine were writ,
backspaced back to where begun,
the fires laid love, night or day this tinder,
needing just a spark to flame,
incipient combustion,
totally involved in an instant,
and if I burn too fast
leaving ash, none else,
lay me again in your hearth,
strike the flint and steel
light us

 

[butters]

..
five lines of mine were writ,
backspaced back to where begun,
the fires laid love, night or day this tinder,
needing just a spark to flame,
incipient combustion,
totally involved in an instant,
and if I burn too fast
leaving ash, none else,
lay me again in your hearth,
strike the flint and steel
light us

 

[HarryHill]

..
the faux bone barrette, broken once more,
in pieces lie close to success,
the theory's sound; its a case of stress,
just one more turn of the screw,
kablooie