Sow

Toothpaste propaganda
Renegade Faust
I open my eyes to you
hoping for a just that is too much
Much muchness Mrs Madame
you are very well for the ill!
Plastic Napoleon
you kill me

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Women and kids do walk

The small births of summer colour,
how they do walk in fits and starts,
complicating your destination agenda.
Worded pleas: failed propaganda.
You sit with them by the blasted rocks.
Paved lake, pathway,
feet crooking over two surfaces.
The pale grass folds back
small bodies do collapse on to,
against a lilting breeze.
A hand is held. A spotted cheek is scratched
red sowed for your caress,
the small births of summer