chestnut tea

i like to drink a cup of tea

because i drink it splendidly

before i take a little walk

in the park where puddings talk

beneath the sky that's high and wide

where wondering clouds cannot hide

from the birds who wheel and thread

across the sky within my head

whereupon a tree i see

a chestnut tree that looks at me

with a sea of lazy leaves

singing leaves in the breeze

making notions come to me

in a motion suddenly

that when the sky turns in the air

it makes my shoes go over there

along a zig and zagging street

the street where time and people meet

sometimes with a cup of tea

in a garden up a tree

Bowls

it's a bowling ball
as i recall
see it rolling
when you're bowling

turning round
in circle time
going somewhere
over there

across the green
with a sheen
like an eye strolling
where the bowl is rolling

oh

Ob

bob a bobble
and a bob
wobbles

wob a wobble
and a wob
bobbles

bobblewobblewobblebobbles

Things

secret sound
of silent things
turns around
making pings
that are found
in little rings
by a hound
made of strings

homosapiens come and go
speaking words i don't know
hungarians start a show
smashing my old piano

i decide to sing
a very silly thing
'up the stairs
and through the pears
crimson bears
eat apples and chairs'
then i see a ring
vanish in a ping