Its Roget’s Adventures in the Land of the Fanciful Inkling
Its An Annual Docking At Port Nowhere
With A Lifelong Expert in the Art and Science of Self-Doubt
So… is it Square Metaphors in Round Holes …
Or Square Words in Round Metaphors?
Whatever, the line tips up at one end, and all the words fall off
Whatever, it’s streaming out words making meanings, like a jesus lizard running over a pond ...and what happens now the lizard has suddenly stopped?
Whatever, its fistfuls of mercury
Whatever, it will be Neither Consonant Now Vowel
[Norwich, last blast of Indian summer
sunny trips to Holkham
where Gwynneth lands at the end of shakespeare in love
for sarnies in the downs and blue sea and a flat land's sky less huge than the Prairies
to Southwold for pier and chips and fishing boats and egrets
and the bold autumnal light
and the cathedral, a wholly new one for the Canadian]