A Thick Layer Of Cream

Do I really remember?

The clip clop

Of milkman's horse?

Do I?

Was there really a time,

Secure,

When a parent,

I don't know which one,

Would rise early, 

Fetch the metal framed, 

Plastic coated

Caddy, specifically designed,

To hold milk bottles,

Empty at night,

Full in the morning,

Before the hot sun?

Did that really happen?

Every day?

Apart,

From Sundays?

Was there really 

A thick layer of cream

At the top

Of every bottle?

Parkstreet

Ko-fi

The Last Earl Grey

The last Earl Grey tea bag

He'd been saving for her,

But he's out of Irish Breakfast.

She'll never come for tea

Anyway.

He looks in the mug.

Tea bags leave

No tea leaves

To read,

No future

To tell.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Running

Children run

And laugh

At the same time.

How dare they?

Don't they know

Running is serious

Business?

Parkstreet

It Ain't What You Do

Are you angry at me

For going blind?

Or

For doing it

Slowly?

Parkstreet

Oysters, Poetry

Oysters,

Poetry.

Cultivate one,

Consume the other.

Either way,

As you choose.

Oysters,

Poetry.

Parkstreet

Tears And Bones

Since you left

I'm nothing 

But tears and bones.

A wet skeleton

Without the wit

To quit

Crying,

Become dry,

Salty

Bones.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Ode For Annie Dang

I have a little thang

For Annie Dang.

She can play and 

She can sang.

I wanna' buy her a 

Marrying rang,

I have a little thang

For Annie Dang.

Parkstreet