Thursday, 14 August 2014

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved




Hickulous dickulous splay
Field mouse sprints
Right down the fray 

Am I just another
Soul here sent asunder
To live out this herckus array  

Of day upon week upon month
Each year it does tally to sums
That leave me all breathless
And here I pause to catch this
Dear moment a minute
A lunch 

Yet in this I'm thinking
Each heartbeat here pulsing
A fleeting it gives me such pause 

For if I should leave soon
I will make much more room
For those who come after and
Pulse 

And carry on forward
A shadow of genus
Of yesterdays
Rolled on in style

So … 

Hickulous dickulous slay
This ghost of said field mouse displays
Complete understanding
Of life in full standing
Here for a moment  

And …

 

 

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved