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THE SNITCH

Every hunter or fisherman is after the same thing—a trophy. The hunter wants a deer/elk/moose/pronghorn that will make Boone and Crocket. The fisherman is after a bass/walleye/trout that he or she can hang on the wall to make others envious. That is where the snitch comes in.

I’m not speaking here of human snitches, although heaven knows that they are bad enough. The human snitch is one who gives out bad information in order to make others fail in their quest ...

Mutual Admiration Society

Structuring Beauty
On a two-dimensional canvas.
Touching up details
With sham lights,
So that noone can tell,
To come up with a theme.
Raid other pieces
For a background
A foreground
A colour scheme
But really work it this time.
The subject lives in the art
From the time it's placed there
And needs some pleasant surroundings
To coax nonplussed emotion
...

The autumn is at last commencing in Worcestershire with bare brown trees and bumble bees - well the latter strangely absent.

And the smog from the car exhausts
Competes with early morning fogs
And the leaves turn to a litter of sorts
Making fine carpets for grey footpaths.
Darker nights for much darker times
Darker mornings too, the milk float's
Lights & electric hum now echoes odd minds
As the world rants ...

Passionflower

Right around the edges,
Moonglow
Softens
The effect of
Radiating colours,
A painter by afternoon
And by night,
Who captured the
Sultriness of
The daylight,Giving notice to the seasons
That there is no such thing as change,
Only intensity of succession
Of one day
After another.
Iridescence shines
Off the garden stones
And shimmers the green leaves
Of ...

I don't really like it that much but I felt like posting it

Birds and Fast Food

In a food court of downtown Montreal,
I sit watching little birds fly about.
Why can I not help but look at you all
flying here and there, can you not get out?
Do you remember what the sky was like,
before this prison of crumbling concrete
and quickly snatched French fries, what it was like
before the sky was nothing but a neat
portrait ...