The Moon in June

Was very cool.

Almost a rap,

So mainly rubbish.

Then comes cummings

In the lower case

Unpunctuated

My Muse too freely sings.

Take that any way you wish.

The telly plays out Arab versus Jew.

Must focus on this verse.

Where is that “prism ship”?

“Total mass retain”?

Truth and beauty hide away.

Instress inscaped, buried in a tomb.

I glance, for a moment out

And nod.

Those clinging mists will beckon me

In time.

Paul Butters      (C) Yorkshire, Sunday 3112010 at 20.00.