barding for sure, Andrew. or bardling.
Although we are having, for this week at least, something of a
Spring-like time, with the temp yesterday +19, Winter is on the way, &
the kids on our block are too young or off to school; no such sights as
these.
Doug
On 22-Nov-05, at 7:33 PM, Andrew Burke wrote:
> out early
> watering the roses
> before the sun burns them
>
> I scratch my neck
> and dislodge a bee
>
> drunk already
>
> *
>
> next weekend’s
> council pick-up
> has grown a fair crop
>
> fringing the road
> on browning verges
>
> of white goods
> stained lounges
>
> broken bikes and office chairs
> that won’t hold office
> anymore
>
> *
>
> I have measured my life
> in teaspoons of decaf
>
> *
>
> evening comes
> and young boys
> punch the shit out of
> the washing machine
>
> which once washed their nappies
>
> leaving the white pedestal
> standing
> arse-up
>
> *
>
> all creatures have
> Buddha-nature
>
> except bored boys
>
>
>
>
>
> (with apologies to Gary Snyder & TS Eliot)
>
>
>
> Andrew Burke
> Bard of Bassendean
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
Shakespeare
Drag yr mouldy old bones
Up these stairs & tell me
What you died of,
I think
I’ve got it
Too.
Sharon Thesen
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