Sirup and Soup

Inspire desire perspire

we Neopoet's we're on fire

creating things that bang

and bump 

in the nights

of fancied imaginings

awaking demons and butterflies

to fly and flap and fling their words 

on wings and spikes 

and garden forks 

sent on the winds in thunder 

plundered crime

coloured varnished tarnished loot 

in the boots of our cars 

that trudge and smudge the highroad 

the low road 

the by-roads 

the sky roads 

in vapoured steam 

heat waves 

here's and have been's 

novices 

and cats-cradles 

and mamma's 

and lasered black bats 

birds 

and octopuses, or is it octopi 

pussy cats 

flies 

no word is limit for our eyes 

what a demise 

as the cries of the elders 

the trees like the oak 

give us a soak 

of their tears 

'cos their fears 

are expounded flaunted and floundered 

like wet fish in sirup and soup 

farts bash and poop 

oops I stumbled and mumbled 

how vulgar the bulge on her belly  

is not just red jelly 

its you 

its me 

in the birth of our being 

all screaming and beaming 

and saying a name of no sense 

its nonsense 

incense 

in sermons of life 

we learn to be nice, 

no naeice 

and think twice 

no a thousand times thrice...

where was I now, 

oh yes cleaning my teeth 

in this world 

like a map on a cow.