Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020


We dive and play in the polluted waters

Of sanity, drinking our fill of other people’s filth

When we finally vomit

We get medicated

And forget how to swim

So we look at our playmates

In the yard smoking butts like

Kids outside by the bikesheds

Fooling around

It’s a statement of intent that I preach

The gospel according to St John this morning

To the required church member

Who is not for the pie nor the stilt

He is for the why and the wilt

Once he knows what he has done

Out of respect for his minor heretic stance

He shall be faithless no more

For he is not shalt and shouldn’t enough to be

The faith healer he longs for to be.

He saw this in the morning and that does not stop

Him from being in the afternoon what he shall be

That is a knot for the string to my bow

As my buddy and I

Follow through and dive in again.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016