#1199 - making something you cannot buy

 

1199

14.iv.23

4.104

making something you cannot buy

 

by hook, crook, tooth and nail

by gum

 

as later lost as any

 

bit of putty

here’s some spit

 

and there’s a piece of me

mode

moment

 

the up and stretch now

not for sale

nor any such sigh

 

far in the detail there lost

oily rag

 

so many spares

such rust!

 

who’ll believe it?

 

the catch up world won’t

trust me

 

you wouldn’t want to anyway

 

but leave me here

there’s more

uncoveted

 

by pencil crumb trail

back home through the book

 

come!

 

who will buy my aches?

(day’s quiet and storm’s calm)

 

as how some sun shone through

the dew drop jewel

all day reflects upon

 

this my love glint hither

 

just something I have in mind